Layla was not alone. 

"The door has moved on." Behind Layla there was a figure that she had not seen before when she had entered the room. The figure was taller than Layla, thin and willowy, with eyes that seemed far to large and a mouth and nose that seemed far too small. The figure had long hair tied back into a long ponytail, and wore only a simple tabbard belted at the waist by a rope. Thin legs and large wide feet. Thin arms with wide palms and long fingers. A round head with wide eyes and tiny pointed ears. What color were those eyes? They were not any color, for the entire figure was white and translucent. This was obviously a ghost.  

"Yelling will just keep it away, like a morning bird." It would be difficult by looking at the scrawny thing if it were a boy or a girl ghost, though, the soft deep voice seemed resolutely feminine.