Sayla was the glowing haunted light in the window. The ghostly figure behind the shades. She watches the man approach the tree. Growling and a bolt of lightning struck the tree just mere seconds after the man left it. She growls again but this time due to missing. She was a powerful magi back when she was alive. She refused to believe she was not currently living. She looks at the man. Watching the man enter into the dark courtyard. Will-o-wisps appear and disappear. Harmlessly floating balls of white float past him. Some going through him as if he was not even there. To them HE was the phantom. He was the spirit. They were just going about their daily businesses.<br/><br/>She watches and walks in a ghostly faded form. Too faded to see her anymore. Looking at the man. Wishing he would go away. The other ghosts began to howl out his precense. A rushing of icy wind shot through the castle. From all sides the icy gust shot at him. Trying to blow him out the door. When this fails...there is a sound of anger. Then silence. She could talk. She could make herself known. She was different and was the strongest out of all the ghosts. Putting all the ghosts together wouldn't make her up except around a fourth of the way. She stayed invisible. "Get....out...." she says in a ghostly wail. Trying to scare him out. The other ghosts forming into maids, servants, butlers and other ghosts from across the ages. They went about  their daily business as if he wasn't there.