Out of no where there was a face in the window behind the main character. One that looked a lot like a scarier version of her house ghost the Grey Lady. Still she appeared so suddenly and with such a frightening disposition and right as the music hit a minor key note hard.
Lisa slumped in her seat and leaned into him heavily, eyes wide and trained on the screen. A door slammed shut in the film alerting the main character and she ducked her head against Mitchell's shoulder, peeking through a hand held over her face.