Freaking run

You bolt out of the door. "The crier", you'll call her. you sit down to breathe, that scared the crap out of you.

"...Scared?" You hear and slowly look up. It's "The crier".

"...Scared?" She repeats. You don't answer.

She sits down in front of you. "...Why?" You swallow and look at the ground. She grabs your chin and makes you look at her. "...Scary?"

"I... uh..." You try to answer. You can see tear stains on her face. Her hand is cold. What is she?

She sees your pain as she freezes you, and she lets go.

"Wha... What are you?" You ask carefully. She moves her legs so you can see her stomach, and there's a gaping hole in it. She can't be alive.

"...Wendy" She says before vanishing. Wendy? Wendy Ting? Is that her name?

Status
Aggressive Ghosts:	None.
Passive Ghosts:	Wendy Ting.
Friendly Ghosts:	None.
Senses:	Touch: The cold is gone. Sight: A stupid haunted school... Hearing: Why is it so... Silent? Smell: Blood. Why blood? Taste: You taste nothing. Kinesthetic: Something is wrong here...
Items:	None.
Location:	Front Entrance - Lounge door