Unknown?
an excerpt

The breeze in the curtains was slightly unsettling. It moved them in an almost ghostly manner, and made them seem all too light. They did provide a nice backdrop for thought, and that was truly all Kaida wanted them for. All she really wanted at that point was something to focus on, that she could think about without really thinking about what was going on in her life, without really thinking about how her world was crashing down around her, or that the people she had turned to before were suddenly gone. For that, the curtains were perfect. She could concentrate purely on how strange the curtains looked, how they floated gently on the wind, sheer white. She could almost envision them as moon beams.
But that delusion crashed down as she heard the door shift in its frame slightly, and an unearthly whistling broke the previous silence. The door was closed and locked, of course, as it always was, but Kaida highly doubted it would do much good. She was uncertain why she even bothered to lock the door anymore. Anyone who she didn’t want in could open the lock with ease, and anyone who couldn’t get in she wouldn’t care if they came in anyway. But it was a habit, and like all habits, hard to break.
The whistling grew louder and a faint bluish glow was visible under the door. She wondered if they would knock this time or not. The door burst open, her question quickly answered with a resounding no; they would not knock this time. She supposed that was better. There was probably no need to wake the rest of the family. Let them sleep tonight. They’ll find out I’m missing again tomorrow anyway, why should they fuss now, when they can’t think clearly and can’t get anyone else to help them?
She stood and turned, her head raised high.
“What do you want this time?” she asked, her voice not once betraying her.
The mist that they appeared as in this world twisted some, a face like visage appearing with a grin. It proved to Kaida that she was correct in her assumption of what the spirits wanted. fff“You know I do you no good. Every time I come to your world, I’ve shown you only what you’ve already known and tried and what has already failed. I truly am useless. You yourself have told me that,” her voice still did not crack, but no longer held the same conviction as before.
Wouldn’t you like another chance to redeem yourself?
“There’s no need to talk in that manner. I’m right here, speak plainly,” she nearly whispered.
You can hear us just as well this way, besides, do you really want our voices to carry and wake your family? What happened to them getting one more night of sleep since currently they “can’t think clearly and can’t get anyone else to help them?” What do you say to that chance for redemption?
“I’m a failure, why you continue to try to prove me wrong on that matter is beyond me. I have already failed your cause, redemption has long been passed. Few things could save me from the fate I have now,” her voice failed her, the pitch dropping any bit of confidence, proving her words un-backed.
We knew we were right. You still want that final chance. Come now, it’s time to leave. A final chance, perhaps this time you will succeed. It might just save them, you know. It’s a hopeful thought. Or maybe a threat would work better.
The image of her sister flashed through her mind, followed by the picture of her throat being slit by their ghostly hand.
No, there’s no need for threats. The hope of the supposed redemption will have to suffice.
Her shoulders slumped at the phrase as her eyes instantly seemed to lose their luster. She had given in again to speaking in their manner, again. But the price for speaking out loud could be too great. The price for disobeying, for staying here, would be even greater.