The harder I looked the more I could tell that she was more ghost like, I could see through her. Then it opened its bony jaw and like it had with Cost...llo it began quickly biting, eating the woman like a person eats pizza, except she had depth, and there wasn’t any blood even though I could tell there was meat and bone exposed with each bit. After her head went down it disappeared again. I thought to turn and run, but it was back faster than I could think it, let alone move to do it. This time. Her profile, full of information and hesitation really drew me to her. She was different. She wasn't collecting friends and indeed only added me after we'd talked for quite some time. Sometimes I wondered what she was doing on here. Why was she looking for something extra when she seemed to have everything she needed. Then again, may be she didn't and I could certainly be that thing she was looking for. It wasn't long before I suggested we meet up. She was hesitant as usual, one of the cutest. I was very sorry for her husband and all of them; she was crying like hell, I confronted her.Days passed and the day of her funeral came up, I knocked at her home as I was given the time to take out the car and drive to the place, I was shocked to see her giggling and laughing with someone on the phone. I knocked again asking “mam?” “Maaam gari nikaldiya”. I was shocked that she was laughing and smiling all the down to the car; I couldn’t say anything, didn’t had the guts to ask her why was she. I looked at her and mouthed. ‘Len?’ She smiled, then immediately replaced the smile with the blank plastic face. As she danced my way, she would smile, then it would disappear as her moves took her away. I was now embarrassed. Here was a girl I had known since I was six years old, and she was soon going to be nude. If it was just for me in private, perhaps it would be different, but she was sharing her charms with about fifty other blokes. Anyway, what a way to re-acquaint yourself with a girl.