You slowly get down, concentrating very hard on not making any noise. As you try to bury yourself in the thin, red grass, you turn your head to see what the thing actually is. You notice a ragged cloack and your heart almost stops - it looks like a wraith. The wraith turns its head towards you, and you hold your breath, although you want to sigh with relief - you can see a whole, skull face, not the red eyes Ethiexa described. Your chest becomes tight at the thought of Ethiexa - she had probably died to save you.

Meanwhile, the ghoul looks in your direction and turns away. You sigh... a little too loud.

Slowly, terribly slowly the thing turns its head back at you, and its whole body follows. It glides soundlessly above the ground until it stands right next to you, as if unsure what you are. You carefully pick a stick nearby and hold it in your left hand, shielding yourself.

The ghoul steps... or glides a step away, as if taken aback by your will to defend. Then... its mouth opens, and you hear the most terrible sound - a ghoul song.

A ghoul's song is sadder than any funeral, scarier than the deadest silence, and... and...

Your mouth falls open in fear and despair as more shadows come out of the red mist. They surround you, and knock away the stick, which you hold stiffly in your hand.

One of the ghouls touches your shoulder, as if stroking you, than your breath freezes with fear as ice cold, bony fingers close around your throat...

               You have died... we

hope you have learned that ghouls have

very acute hearing...