Anthology of Muddled Nightmares

pt2/4
“When the ferry did arrive, it was not empty as she expected. There in the boat was herself - a ghostly mirror to her likeness, veiled in white linen and stern with intensity. She saw into the specter's soul and was taken aback by how corrupt it was. All the atrocities she had dutifully committed were now seen to be the diabolical acts they were. Her composure lost and fearing she had been struck with madness, she hesitated to board the ferry.
The apparition's eyes grew angry and fire sprang up from the boards of the ship's hull. The flames were all consuming and the ghost seemed to wisp away into the air with the smoke and sparks from the burning wood. As she watched it disappear, she suddenly regained awareness and clarity. The ferry was there in front of her, no specter, no flames, fully intact on the still water.
A shift had begun inside her. Not knowing any other option, she boarded the ferry and it set off for the world of the immortals.” -M.D. Walter