The phantom shook his head in silent objection.
The phantom pointed to the pouch with the food cubes.
The story got really scary when it talked about the phantom that was seen in the old barn.
The phantom government maintained some appearance of power and dignity.
The phantom looked at her, then past her.
The odd sense of someone following – a sign she now knew was the phantom trailing them - returned.
He made a phantom appearance once every spring at the opening of the great annual national convention.
The phantom ignored her and continued to walk.
There was no way she was sleeping tonight, even if she didn't feel any threat from the phantom.