Midnight twirled her pencil in her fingers as she finished her drawing. When she looked at her drawing and she felt herself tense up. It was the dog. The same dog she saw that had died by getting ran over. Midnight looked at the dog running her finger on the drawing but remembered something and moved her hand quickly. She sighed in relief. Maybe it didn't work t-, she was cut off when she heard a barking noise. She looked up and her eyes connected with the dog.....well...in ghost form. Not again, she thought.