Chapter 46

　　Louisa's POV 　　"What do you mean, Darren?" I was still in the clouds. 　　"I guess we can let the ghost explain it to us," Darren said. 　　Then, he suddenly moved towards a huge rock and disappeared behind it. 　　Then, I heard a man screeching behind the rock. 　　"Ahhhhh!" 　　It wasn't Darren's voice. 　　"Please don't kill me! Please!" the voice exclaimed. 　　Then, Darren reappeared again, holding a white ghost in his hands. 　　"That's the ghost!" the salamanders cried out together. 　　I took up a firing wooden stick and moved it closer to the ghost. 　　I saw a man, who was about my height, covered underneath a ragged white sheet. 　　"You're not a ghost! You're a..." I said and pulled off the sheet bluntly. 　　Then I saw him. 　　A skinny boy with a round face as pale as a piece of paper. 　　"Ahhh! Take that torch away from me!" he yelled. 　　I saw the skin on his porcelain face melting like wax because of the light of the torch. 　　I moved the torch away. 　　The wounds on his face immediately healed.