Justine held her own severed pinkie in her other hand, staring at it dumbly as if it were a fascinating creature she had never seen before. Her head swam as she felt her heart pumping, her life-giving blood oozing from her wound at a steady pace. It was her sister Heather’s turn to scream now. And scream she did, shrieking uncontrollably and positively bawling with terror. Justine suddenly glanced to the floating, grim-reaper-like apparition and said, “I don’t understand! I thought spirits couldn’t physically hurt those with flesh and beating hearts!” The spirit chuckled hollowly and said, “Who told you that?”