[Scurrying back to her feet, Sheryl peers at the boy huddled behind the pillow, her hands still clutched to her chest like her heart's about to burst from fright at any minute. If it helps, she's just as dumbstruck at his presence as he is at hers.
After a moment, she blinks, tilting her head to one side.]
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After a moment, she blinks, tilting her head to one side.]
Um, why would I be a ghost? I'm not dead!