The Whispering Gallery
The walls embraced sinister shadows and a ghost that was all too real
She entered the secret room and the scent of jasmine was everywhere. The perfume could belong only to one person, Patricia. But Patricia was dead. Barbara moved inside and the door suddenly slammed behind her. The flickering flame of the candle she carried faded and died. Fear gripped her. Heart pounding, she sensed she was not alone. Almost unable to breathe, she managed a cry of unbelievable horror: "Patricia, is that you?"