He showed her his face. She wished he hadn't. She screamed, but he slammed a hand over her mouth and pushed her down, silencing her as he drained the last of her energy. She was a ghost now. And he, he was solid, real. A person. He stole her life, stole her home. And he cast her out.

Jace disappeared one day, gone forever. She cried, missing him more. She wished he had never come to her.

The ghost never left the church. Some realized, and from then on, no one went to that church. Ever again. It became the Ghost Church. The ghost seemed to like that.