The door flung open again.

How could it open after I closed it with my own hands?

Did the rusted latch rip off loose? This left me clueless again.

The door stood half open with no sign of anyone behind it. Atleast Mrs. Susan's appearance behind the door brought some relief even we ended up getting warned.

But the empty scene was even more scary to see.

" Who.. Whhooo isss thattt?" I mumbled in fear.

" Who is that?" Aubrey came up from the bed and was about to reach the half open door.

Yet it didn't need Aubrey's hand to be opened. It opened wide after her words. It added up to my terror. A cold chill ran down my spine. My hair started to stand up erect on my arms.

" Whooo...areee...." Before Aubrey could complete her words a head peeped in, from near the frame of the door.

I didn't hear another word from Aubrey. It was masked by my own screams. I let out the scream stuck in my vocal cords.

Before it increased in volume Aubrey's hands masked them completely. Just like the first day of our meeting.

My scream made the head to show up in whole. I stopped screaming slowly when I saw the figure standing at the door and let Aubrey free her grasp from me.

It was a girl.

She looked our age. She was pale...very pale and her frizzy black hair reached up to the shoulders. Some strands of her hair made a fringe hiding half of her forehead. She looked like she hadn't combed for days.

She was dressed in a short white gown reaching her knees. Her dress looked a bit old fashioned though. Her feet were bare, she didn't have her shoes on. Weird.

The whiteness of the clothing was not so neat. It had shades of brown sticking to it. Did she wash them?
I didn't even know her and she opened the door out of nowhere and here I was, wondering if she had washed her clothes. Haha, funny me. I thought to myself.

But the highlight of her features were the light green eyes. They were shaded lightly and they matched well to her brown black hair.

Who is she?

"How can we help you?" Aubrey enquired looking at her in suspicion. We didn't know what else to ask. We never had any coming to our room before.

" Hi!" The girl said in a deep tone. Her voice sounded so deep for a girl. It sounded like she was speaking from inside a well.

Aubrey and I looked at each other wide eyed at the sound of her voice. It was unusual for us to hear this sort of voice.

I guess the girl noticed our looks because she cleared her throat before she spoke again.

" Hi."

Her voice sounded sweet now. This was the tone I imagined to hear when I saw her first. She might have had a sore throat to speak out like that first. I convinced myself at the diagnosis.

" Hello. Come in." I welcomed her warmly and motioned her to get inside leaving the doorway.

She was the first guest to come to our room. I was happy to see someone taking pain in visiting us.

She nodded at me and took small steps to come inside. She looked around the room and her eyes searched along the ceiling. She acted like a woman revisiting her old house after ages.

" What's your name?" Aubrey asked her while she was standing in the middle looking at the ceiling.

She heard Aubrey and her gaze fell on the floor as if she was shy to reply her.

" Emily" She said softly without looking at us. Why would she be shy for saying her name??

This girl had so many weird activities. But I should not point it out. That might hurt the person.

I wanted to talk about her to Aubrey after she left and check if she felt the same way as me.

I looked at Aubrey. She was immersed in scanning the floor where the girl stepped on. Is she going to scold her for bringing in more dust with her bare feet?

I smiled at myself when I saw the serious face of Aubrey. But I didn't know mine would also turn the same when I checked out the wet prints formed on the floor.

Her foot made those wet marks.

" Did she come out of water?" Aubrey whispered in my ear, as she found me looking at the prints. I checked on Emily before replying. She was still twirling and turning in the center of the room looking delighted to see our space.

" She is on bare feet, it is possible. Or did she sweat this much?" I whispered back at Aubrey.

" Is it possible? How can she sweat that much to place wet prints on the floor?" Aubrey demanded an explanation at my suggestion.

It was time for my action then.

" Well, It can." I said and removed my  slipper from my right foot and placed the bare foot on the floor. I pressed it slightly before taking off to make a visible print on the floor.

My feet were always stuffy, they sweat a lot. I thought I was alone in this condition but now I have got Emily to back me up.

Aubrey burst out laughing at me. She felt it funny to see me demonstrating a wet print.

Her laughs made Emily to shake up from her world and stare at us.

" You laughed?" Her sweet voice came out but not it was barely louder than a whisper. She hadn't replied anything in a full sentence yet. She was picking up two or three words to speak. Emily grew more and more weird in my vision.

Aubrey stopped immediately and eyed on Emily asking for what made her laugh. I put on my shoes and joined them.

" Millie is funny. That's why." Aubrey pointed her finger at the wet print I made.

" Not funny." Emily gave a curt reply her voice sounded like a threatening note. I think she thought Aubrey was making fun of her wet feet.

" She was laughing at me not you. I understand you, I get the sweaty feet too. " I tired to empathize with her. She might have felt bad like me someday.

She understood me and nodded in agreement.
She started looking around again. Her head stayed low all the time as if she was thinking hard. Her head popped into full view only when there were conversations. The rest of the time, it faced the floor.

" What??" We turned to see Emily pointing at the table lamp at Aubrey's table.

It was an ancient one.

I too was amused by an antique piece when she placed it there on our first day in this room. Aubrey bought it from Chinatown Manhattan when she visited the place, with her parents on a summer vacation . She told me she was an antique piece collector and had many like that at her home. But this lamp was her favorite as it had rainbow array of stones.

Aubrey's face cheered up to inform Emily about her favorite antique piece.

" Oh that is the lamp I bought in Manhattan, Chin......." Aubrey was cut off abruptly.

" Chinatown." Emily completed before Aubrey did.

Aubrey's eyes widened in surprise. She gawked at me instantly and dragged me to the other side, away from Emily. She seemed like she was not able to digest the fact that Emily knew about that place.

" What? She would have gone there the same summer when you did." I started giving in my suggestions while Emily still inspected the lamp.

" Impossible!" Aubrey hissed at me.

" Why? It can be possible. She could also have visited when she went..." I thought made a good point there. But Aubrey stopped me from completing it.

She shook her head. Her eyes were filled with fear when she said it. Our eyes matched the fear after she said that.

" But I bought it 10 years ago."