'Alex sat up suddenly. The candle had gone out, but he found the room to be lit by a strange white light. There was Isabelle, standing over him. Her blank eyes made him shudder on instinct. 'I died in this room...' Isabelle hadn't opened her mouth, but he knew the words were from her. It was the first thing she had ever said to him.' Yep, story illustration. A stab at realism too. How'd I do?