"Urge"

"Do you do that often?" she asked with curiosity, "just appear out of the blue? I am not afraid of you".
Lady X was talking to the house ghost. They were sitting, that is to say, she sat and he was floating around, in the breakfast room of an old Irish castle. The place had belonged to her grandfather and had been in the family for hundreds of years. Lady X had only recently inherited the house and grounds and was visiting her new property for the first time.
The ghost was slowly circling round the room and came to a 'hang'still  just in front of Lady X. He looked her over and was pleased with her appearance. Young, nice looking and well dressed, she was the perfect Lady of the House. 
 
"No, only when I get The Urge", he whispered after a long silence. "It does not happen so often anymore, I am getting older, you see. When I had just passed away, I did it nearly every week, but the people around here did not like it very much. They did not understand and thought this place was haunted. I tried to talk to them and explain, but that only made things worse. In the end they all ran away and I could follow my Urges when they came. Strange, now I am talking about it, I distinctly get the feeling that when there were no people around, the Urges came less frequently and then stopped completely".
 
Lady X looked outside. The garden was beautiful this time of the year. Golden daffodils and other spring flowers coloured the borders. The trees were covered in a haze of young green leaves.
 
The ghost was hovering near the French windows. He was quivering with emotion. Could it be possible? Was the Urge coming back to him? If he could do it just one more time!
He turned to face his new Lady. She had said that she was not afraid so he could give in to it without fear. 'Now you are here, it is time for me to go, at last. It has been a long time since I died and my stay here is over. I salute you and wish you a long and happy life in this house".
 
Suddenly the room felt cold and empty. Lady X opened the doors and walked into the garden.
It felt warmer there. At the end of the garden was a small bower. She sat down on the wooden bench and looked around in wonderment.
 

Gently the snowflakes descended on the empty house.............