The ghost pulsed with light. Slowly, like an afterimage, it shrunk. It started to form into a shape familiar to Rikoo.
A small head formed, two arms, two legs. Although it was still primarily transparent, he could see long hair falling out of the back of the skull, fingers forming on the hands.
And the face of a little girl began to take shape. It's eyes grew large, and they stared at the package. Her tiny mouth hung open, it looked as though she was in shock.
Her nimble glowing fingers slowly unwrapped the package. They were shaking, but still were careful as though the package was fragile. Rikoo felt a wave of sadness creeping over him, it seemed to flow from the ghost. He could only watch.
Within a minute the wrapping fell to the ground, and in the girl's hands was a small doll, old and brown. It was made of patchwork cloth, and was missing an arm. The girl's lip trembled. Tears began to fall down her face, sparkling like icicles. She stared at it in disbelief. Her eyes filled with tears and closed as she held the doll to her breast. A dull ache seemed to issue from her, and it was filling Rikoo up. He felt like he was floating, and soon he was crying himself.
The girl opened her eyes and looked at Rikoo, and came close to him. He felt terrified, but didn't budge. She reached up to her neck, and pulled a necklace out of her collar. She held it up in front of her face, and tried to smile, but her quivering mouth pulled the smile back. She held the necklace out to Rikoo. It swung there, silent and glowing.
He had to take it.
He couldn't refuse it.
He reached out and to his astonishment it felt solid, and fell into his hand with the same weight as many necklaces before. As he looked down at it, it began to grow gray, and a sparkling gem winked at him from the middle of the pendant.
He looked at the girl. She was backing away from him, and he stood to stop her. She had suffered for so long, it felt wrong to let her go. He held out his hand, and she attempted to smile again. She folded her hands around the doll, and slowly faded into the ground.
Rikoo shook. He had never felt such despair before. He had no idea who this girl was, but he felt as though he knew her deeply. He FELT it.
He didn't like it and sat there on the ground, looking at the necklace. It was dull metal, but the stone shone in the dark like it had been lit from a candle. A tear fell onto it, and smeared on the light.