The Ghost of Shangradi

Terry lit his torch with a flame and they continued on into the ancient tomb of Shangradi. The tomb was full of passages, with the only light being the light from the torch. A low moaning could be heard and had been worrying terry for some time now. A calm wind started and blew out the torchlight. Terry was in pitch black until suddenly, a shimmer of white appeared in front of him. Terry squinted to out what it could be when it made the form of a female ghost. It spoke softly and quietly, echoing as it did so, “To pass, you must answer one question, get it right and you may proceed unharmed, get it wrong and I will destroy you.” All of a sudden, time stood still. Everything faded into nothing and all that remained was terry and the ghost. The ghostly figure was transparent but only slightly. She wore a veil and was shrouded in a light mist. As he looked, he could see the mist growing thicker gradually. She spoke again, still in her soft, gently voice, but this time it was much louder, as if it was inside his head. It was amplified and it chilled him to the bone. His hairs on his back started to rise. It was the most scared he had ever felt in his life. “Peace of mind I will bring, flying on an angels wing, all men fear me rich or poor, brought in battle, peace and war.” Terry considered, then mumbled “Death.” The ghostly figure showed no emotion, then suddenly, without any warning, let out an ineffable shrill scream, echoing all round terry. She opened her arms and flew towards terry. She passed through causing no damage. Terry was free to pass.