Mary Emilia stifles a scream

After this encouraging experience, Mary Emilia was a little less anxious but still not convinced that everything was right and proper here. The strange figure simply stood in the room, looked at her and waited. Apart from the blue light coming from within, which gave the anciently dressed man a translucent, transcendent aura, he wasn't actually all that scary. And what's more, he had shown impeccable manners so far.

She mustered up her courage and asked meekly: "What do you want from me?"

"Basically, I don't want anything from you. On the contrary, I want to give you something. I'm here for the sole purpose of making you happy and satisfied."

"Oh? Then you can tell me, for example, what happened to Sister Mary Thomas? She was standing in front of this mirror and suddenly she vanished into thin air. Now only her clothes are remaining."

She pointed her hand in the appropriate direction. The gentleman smiled mildly, although you couldn't be quite sure of that as his features kept blurring and reforming.

"She has gone into another room. This house has many rooms and there are different experiences to be had in each one. Would you like to visit another room?"

Mary Emilia thought of the horrible **** chamber she had seen through the mirror ... the window ... the door. Oh, no. She didn't want to go there under any circumstances. And come to think of it, she was in a haunted house, so probably none of the experiences she could have here would be pleasant. Suddenly she had a lump in her throat and instead of answering, she just shook her head.

"Can't you just take me outside?" she whimpered.

The corners of the ghost's ... or carny's mouth pulled up even further. For a moment, his expression seemed almost diabolical, before it flickered again and changed.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, my dear Emilia. But I can do something else that I'm sure you'll like."

She wasn't entirely convinced, but didn't want to rule out any possibility.

"Um, and what could that possibly be?"

"Feel it for yourself!"

He gave a quick wave and the disembodied hands started moving again. They came flying towards the small, chubby nun from all directions. She had fallen into a state of shock and closed her eyes in fear. When the first of the hands touched her, she flinched but didn't make a sound.

To her indescribable amazement, the brazen body part did not touch her clothes, but seemed to penetrate them without resistance and lay directly on her skin. Mary Emilia bit her lips to stifle a shrill scream. But when the chill she had expected didn't hit her, she relaxed a little.

The ghostly limbs felt soothingly warm and their touch was really pleasant.