Billy was the one who had suffered from domestic abuse. Now that he had finally reached adulthood, he was ready to leave home and make his own way in the world.
With the little money he had managed to save, he planned to spend a single night at a motel before heading out to find a proper job. The moment he lay down, he felt an eerie, biting chill. As he slept with his eyes closed, a disheveled figure squeezed through the crack of the door and crawled beneath his bed.
Billy turned over in his sleep, his hand naturally dangling over the edge of the bed. The female ghost stared at the hand that had suddenly appeared above her, reached out with her icy fingers, grabbed it, and gave it a violent yank.
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