The remaining flames in the fireplace warmly illuminated their cozy bed, where Kilmer and Darla slept soundly, his sword hung in a scabbard draped across the bedpost.
When the spirit moved in front of the fireplace, rather than cast a shadow, the ghost refracted the light like a kaleidoscope, in bright prismatic colors upon the opposite walls. As it past from in front of the fire, and moved to the window, the light changed back to a warm yellow glow.
Kilmer, sensing a presence, sat up.
“Hollow Face?” he said in a low whisper, squinting his sleepy eyes in the dark.
The ghost turned to face him.