Azura's Ghost Summary

What would you do if you watched your soul float out from your chest in mid-air? Jackie had never believed in ghost stories. At least, not until now. He watched as mist morphed and intertwined into a figure. A female figure. Her body was a pale blue that seemed to make the air around him grow cold. Her hair fell in locks around her shoulders as the aura around her flowed smooth like liquid. This. This was the phantom of the Harrisville legend.