A ghost made of a ragged cream sheet stands in the middle of a bare wooden floor, its hollow eyes and downturned mouth giving it a forlorn look. Frayed threads trail across the boards at its feet.

The room around it is dark and neglected, with cracked plaster walls, a spindle-back chair, a small chest of drawers and a window of pale curtains. Thick, scraped paint on the sheet catches the light against the deep brown shadows.