Ghosters 4: Mysteries of Camp Spooky

Something just stepped out from behind the tree. It's the little ghost girl. Or, at least, I think it's her. With her face half hidden by shadow, the one eye I can see is just a black hole.

I take a breath and find my voice. "What do you want?" I croak.

Help me.

Like a lot of other ghosts, her lips don't move. But I hear her words well enough, and I'm surprised by how dry they sound, like withered cornstalks rustling in a field.

It was already cool under the tree. Now, it's downright chilly. My...