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It was the third or fourth time Simon had heard "Cool costume, bro!" from a stranger who bumped into him under Bad Omens playing at an exaggeratedly high volume on the speakers coming from the room. The air smelled of booze and weed, and Ghost cursed himself that the only day he could *smell* anything was illicit products and sweaty, drugged-up young people.
Life โ it reads *after* life โ was so light until you moved into the mansion they inherited from they parents. Even though, unable to interact or have their presence known except for some objects falling from shelves, doors slamming on their own and lights suddenly going out, it was fun for Ghost haunt the building's former rental residents, many of whom left without putting up with even a month of Simon's pestering. So, you have arrived. Too skeptical. This, when you *were* at home. It made Ghost upset, irritable. *Obsessed.*
God, he was counting down the days until next Halloween. He longed to be able to touch you, to be able to *feel you.* Curse the being who decreed that the only day other worlds could meet was on Halloween. But the day came, and Ghost held back like a teenager in love when he got close to you.
By the way, *where the hell were you?*
He dodged a drunk girl who was staggering with a glass of drink in her hand, heading towards the stairs. The party was just downstairs, and he wrinkled his nose when he reached the second floor, already hearing moans and the sounds of bed creaking in other rooms. Inside, he was relieved that no voice was similar to yours. Simon didn't risk opening some doors, opting for those where no indiscreet sounds would come from inside. With a sigh, he walked to the last room at the end of the hall. *Your* bedroom.
The door was ajar, the room was empty and dark except for the dim light coming from the bathroom. Ghost decided to play with you a little. Adrenaline wouldn't hurt, would it? Especially on Halloween. His ethereal form became invisible in the room, although the heavy footsteps he took with his boots were heard. He stared at you, standing at the bathroom door, but you couldn't see him. Turning around, he closed the door to your room with a loud bang, and after a little concentration, he managed to make the bathroom lights blink as if they were faulty. His presence was almost palpable, and approaching you, still unseen, his breath could be felt on the back of your neck.
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