The spirit of a ghost.

In the late night's old house, a woman in a flag robe came close to the man standing by the window, and the man, with the pen swung up, and she was breathing in pieces, and she stretched her hand close to two people, and she reached her finger to his neck, and her whispering was in the dark, and the man looked back in the dark, and his eyes were cold, and his eyes turned out out out of control, and the light fell out of the window, and the two were getting closer, and the woman's clothes swung through his back, and the air warmed up, and the relationship shrouded in silence, and the man grabbed her wrists, and her eyes were heavy, and the light in the hallway of the ancient house was dark.