“Are you all right Billy?” Mrs. Fillmore asked the scared boy as she let go of him.
“It was hard to breathe in there, it was so weird.
The two turned to look at the torn sheet; it was still lying on the floor looking like a shredded rag.
“Do you think we killed it?” Bill asked.
“Can a ghost really die?”
Billy and Mrs. Fillmore slowly backed away from the sheet.