The cold aura washed over the whole first floor. Every worker flinched and felt unsafe. However, they all saw Rhodes and his three friends jog toward the garden. They had heard about the weeping ghost by the pond. She should be the one causing the atmosphere to freeze.
Rhodes was the first to arrive. He could see the maiden holding onto one of the turtles. She stroked the shell, sobbing as if something bad had happened to it.
"Miss Grace, what happened…?" Rhodes tested the name the rumors gave the lady in the garden. Since she turned to him, Rhodes figured the name made sense to her. He even watched her glide across the pond and bring the turtle to him.
"It won't come out." That was all she said.
