As they stood in the drafty corridor, they were mesmerized by the crazy lady’s wild white hair and long white gown that appeared to be dancing around her as if in a swirling breeze. She glided along the wide corridor as if floating on air, pushed by the drafts like a phantom sail.
Lizzie was headed for the door to a narrow hallway housing the emergency stairway and the exit to the south end of the building. Stepping into the hallway, suddenly a white cloud materialized around her and engulfed her like a ghostly shroud. Her arms flailed as she fought the churning apparition that appeared to be attacking her. As the five elderly gentlemen watched in horror, the door to the hallway slammed shut.
Frank gasped as Monty clutched his chest and staggered backward. Without hesitation, White Feather rushed to the hallway door inspiring his skittish friends to follow. The elderly Native American threw open the door and knelt to examine the silk clothing on the floor. Monty, a retired veterinarian, joined his friend and touched the pile of white silk and gasped. White Feather turned to his friends with concerned eyes and informed them, saying, “She’s gone!”
Frank and Ralph were stunned but Albert found words for the occasion. “May she rest in peace. She warned us this could happen.”
Monty clarified, “N-No, sh-she’s disappeared. The d-dress is empty.”
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