Ambrose watched as the girl cautiously stepped into the room, her eyes scanning the empty space. He longed to reach out to her, to make some form of connection in his desolate afterlife. Gathering his strength, he mustered a faint whisper, hoping she would hear him.
"Hello," he murmured, his voice barely audible.
The girl frozen in her tracks, her eyes widening with fear. She looked around, s...