The Mind of Mr. M

They were captivated by her beauty...not just what you could see in her perfect clothes and exacting style; she had something more in her eyes. It gave the appearance of confidence with a subtle inkling of divinity, truly angelic. They were transfixed on her every move. Tracking her with their eyes as she flowed through the room like a river of melting snow, leaving them with the slightest chill as she walked past. There was no one in that room that could deny her presence, though each of them would. After all, ghosts aren't supposed to be real, are they?