"How did you get in here?" Her voice shook, and she backed into the part of the kitchen where she kept the knives, "Leave or I'll call the police." 
Surfaced from the shadows, the figure was fully revealed to her. Dressed in a suit tailored in dreary blue material, his limbs were long and lean. Noel could see now that his eyes weren't just holly-green but glowing by themselves, as if lit from within. There was a faint green hue to his short dark hair. 
Stretching out a ghostly white hand, he pointed to the broken ornament, "You let me in." 
She was holding her breath, eyes wide as she realized what he was implying. Her mind raced back to what her grandmother said earlier about losing her soul. When she spoke it was in a gasp, "That's impossible." 
"That's the deal. You break it. You buy it." He smiled a crooked smile, "I'm here to collect." 
Horror stuck her, and Noel stumbled back further into the cupboards. Her hand rested on the handle of the knife drawer, but she couldn't bring herself to open it. There was something about him, a transparency to his figure when he moved that had her second guessing everything. If she looked closely at him, she could see little shimmering lines cutting through his coat and features. Like a snow globe, there was an iridescent luster that progressed through those little fractures in him. For the second time, Noel wondered if she was hallucinating. 
When she didn't budge from the corner of the kitchen the man sighed and took her previous seat at the table. Fidgeting with the shards of glass, and examining her failure of a reconstruction, a frown pulled at the corner of his lips.
"You went through all this trouble." Then that frown was pointed at her in a disapproving, almost offended, way, "For a stupid ornament?" 
Yes. She thought sadly, then shook her head, "I must--" 
"Please," He interrupted, rolling his eyes exasperatedly, "If you are going to start rambling about how you're crazy or dreaming spare me. This is real. I'm not a dream, and if you are insane, I have nothing to do with that." 
"Okay..." Noel replied, chastened and a little insulted by his tone. Hesitantly, she moved to sit on the other side of the table. This was just like A Christmas Carol, a 온라인카지노게임 she had read a thousand times. And if she learned anything from reading ghost stories it was to go along. Resistance only led to more problems, "So, you are...what?"  
He simpers, "I figured you of all people would know a spirit when you see one, Noel." 
"A ghost?" Noel nods, surprisingly feeling a little relieved that it wasn't a demon or something worse. "Okay. I can work with that." 
"Spirit, to be precise." 
She takes a deep breath and stares at him from across the kitchen table. The idea was more baffling than she let on, but she didn't want to irritate the one thing that had proclaimed it would collect her soul at some point tonight. So, she decided he should be treated more like a fussy houseguest. She lived with her grandmother; she could handle fussy. What Noel couldn't handle was having her soul snatched from her body by the spirit of a christmas ornament. 
A silence descended over them as her thoughts started to spin. Eventually he lifted his arm and checked under his sleeve. She noticed he was wearing a watch and felt her eyes squinting in utter confusion. He noticed and shrugged, "More convenient." 
"Are you late for something?" She asked innocently," Because if you have another soul to reap you could just come back for me later." 
This cracks a smile, and the spirit chuckles, "Not likely. You're my one and only."