We have to turn and look back. We have to face it, I thought.
Sailor pulled on my arm, hard. We lurched to a stop, whipped around.
The streams of light on either side of us poured down the corridor into the eye-holes of a face; the eyes were twin black holes, whirlpools, pulling everything in. My body froze. I tried to open my mouth, but no sound would come out. My throat was paralyzed. Sailor lifted her hand, pointing. Her arm trembled. I did not need to see her to know her terror, to know the courage it took to call out this face with a gesture of her tiny hand. I forced a scream. I looked into the wavering eyes and screamed into them until I poured out of my body and in through the eye holes of the ghoul. Sailor whispered my name inside my head. I had gone into the body of the ghoul.