He strained his eyes in the dark to see who it was,but couldn't see a thing, maybe it was the spirit of his beloved for he had recently been hearing voices in his head in his sleeps.

He took the light beside the post to go and take a look when he saw the figure again, this time it stood beside the window and the image was clearer, it was shrouded and must be a girl, for it had those light steps of Annabelle, when she was alive.

He had lost Annabelle few months ago and he wouldn't forgive himself for that, it was his fault, he could have listened to the voice of reason,every good father would have done that, but he didn't, he had sent her into the cold and would never see her again, some say she drowned at the river, but the church believed the spirits had taken her in her body form, that the spirits had seen how unhappy she was and how much she had suffered in the hands of a father who cared for nothing more than his research.

If only she had waited a little, he was already close to the breakthrough, he was doing those research for her sake, Now he had left his research, what would he say is his motivation again? He wanted to give her the best of life in Venice, for that breakthrough would have made them rich, but if that image at the window would be Annabelle, then he had to talk to her, and tell her he was sorry and that he loved her.

Walking with the speed of a man possessed by the power, he made three giant steps across the attic and opened his arm to weep on her shoulder and ask for forgiveness, for what would a good father had done nonetheless, he really needed her forgiveness, it might bring back his sanity, but his hands were caught up as of held by some unknown forces and he could cut across the image of Annabelle with his other hand,this was mere air but he could see her image staring at him with that same cynical look of resentment that had become a daily part of her young pretty face.

He wouldn't believe in ghost,he told himself for this would be another of his imagination, just like before, he believed that atom could vibrate to a certain level where solid could pass through another solid, this had been the base of his research, but here was another dimension.

"Papa! Papa! I've come to kill you" he heard the image whisper in the exact words of Annabelle,this was the end of the world, for his sins had found him but he couldn't say a word neither could he scream,he watched with dread as she came closer with a knife and stabbed him,he saw the world pass before him as he gasped for air watching her image float away through the doors and leaving him behind.

Struggling and groaning in pains, he picked up his pen to write, he knew he wouldn't make it,for she had severed his vital organs ,"She came" was the only words he wrote and died.