Josh yawned, ignored it, turned over: "Thanks for closing the curtains for me, good people live in peace."
She closed her eyes and continued to sleep.
The humming of the gramophone stuttered briefly, then quickly regained its rhythm.
Josh closed her eyes again, and soon felt sleepy with the soothing hum.
Gramophone: "..."
The shadows spread continuously from beneath the gramophone, approaching Josh.
Josh felt a part of the sofa beside her sinking.
She opened her eyes and met a blood-soaked, gruesomely smiling face.
Josh kicked it, and the female ghost fell to the ground with a thud.
Only then did she disdainfully retract her foot, grabbing a blanket from the end of the sofa to cover herself.
The shadow, unsatisfied, attempted to get closer again.
Josh, eyes closed, said lazily, "Don't come near me, you're freezing."
The room returned to silence, with only the gentle singing of the gramophone.
