— Are you kidding me?
— No, no. I'm serious!
— It can't be…..maybe it's some kind of trick?
— Do you know how to make it?
— No idea. Some sort of special paper, I guess, and disappearing ink does exist.
— But not paper that lights up on its own?
— Was there anything else on the table?
— No. Just the paper. She pulled out a page from a notebook and set it on fire.
— There was a movie like that once…
— Which?
— There was one where a girl set fire to everything.
— That's just like this girl.
— That was just a movie.
— Yeah. But this is not a movie.
— No doubt, though. That girl is very strange….
— Did you see what she did to that flower by the window?
— You mean those one, she?s sitting near?
— Yeah…
— Anything is possible…
— And a horse? — And the horse?
— She just got sick out of nowhere.
— Exactly her horse!
— Yes! That one exactly!
— Well, come on. From what you've said we should all be dead already.
— He—he…It?s not over yet.
— Well, I've said next to her a bunch of times in the library and I'm okay.
— Her parents are dead, too.
— You just want to believe your own stories and you're looking for proof.
— I'm not looking for anything. It's just obvious.
— So why did she set the paper on fire in front of you?
— She didn't do it in front of me. I saw it on accident.
— Are you spying on her?
— No way!
— If you don't want to believe me, it's your choice.
— No, I do believe.
— All right…I'm going to sleep.
— Okay…I should finish what I was doing…
— By the way, do you remember the girl who jumped out the window last year?
— Polanski?
— Well, guess who her neighbor was?
— ……………
— Good night!