The woman ran like a whirlwind and constantly repeated ‘’Is it too late?’’. She moved to the center of the graveyard, where the light from the full moon was the brightest. The old woman pulled out some type of white leather book, and while quickly turning the pages she started whispering some words that did not make any sense to Ellen. Just then, an extremely bright light blinded Ellen and to her surprise now, a beautiful young woman was standing in front of her instead of the old granny standing there a second ago. She was wearing a long, white cloak and holding a broomstick in one hand, then an opened book in the other one. The brown hair in the moonlight fell nicely on her shoulders. She encouraged the girl not to be afraid and move on. They