"Ehem," said Willoughby, the most obnoxious person Lee had ever met, and stepped up to the ghost. "As you can see, there is no ghost here. There might appear to be, but that is merely your mind playing tricks on you. It is, after all, a dark and stormy night."
"Will," said Lee, pinching the bridge of his nose, "This is the fourth haunted house you've moved into in a year."
"Nonsense," said Will, frowning at him. "There's no such things as ghosts." And he harrumphed, too, because he was always harrumphing. The ghost sulked beside him, swaying in the air and looking at Lee like Lee could fix this so the ghost could go back to being terryfying again, but all Lee could do was shrug and incline his head in apology. There was nothing he could to for Will's stubbornness.
"So why am I hear then, if you don't believe in ghosts and you don't believe in psychics?" Lee grumbled, and lightning flashed outside, for a moment illuminating the dozen ghosts surrouding them.
"I feel much better when you're staying the night. I do wish you'd agree to marry me, you know," Will said, like he'd ever said something like that before when he very much had not, Lee would remember it. And while Lee's mouth flopped about uselessly, Will added, "But I'll settle for your company for the night. Come, join me in the drawing room, and let's have a drink and a game of chess, and this unsettling feeling with vanish, I'm abosultely certain."
And so Lee went with him, and they drank, and played chess, and it was only later that night, lying in bed next to Will, that Lee thought, damn it. He'd have to marry the stubborn old fool, if only to keep him safe from all the ghosts he attracted like moths to a flame.
Really, though, how did he keep finding haunted houses?
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"Ehem," said Willoughby, the most obnoxious person Lee had ever met, and stepped up to the ghost. "As you can see, there is no ghost here. There might appear to be, but that is merely your mind playing tricks on you. It is, after all, a dark and stormy night."
"Will," said Lee, pinching the bridge of his nose, "This is the fourth haunted house you've moved into in a year."
"Nonsense," said Will, frowning at him. "There's no such things as ghosts." And he harrumphed, too, because he was always harrumphing. The ghost sulked beside him, swaying in the air and looking at Lee like Lee could fix this so the ghost could go back to being terryfying again, but all Lee could do was shrug and incline his head in apology. There was nothing he could to for Will's stubbornness.
"So why am I hear then, if you don't believe in ghosts and you don't believe in psychics?" Lee grumbled, and lightning flashed outside, for a moment illuminating the dozen ghosts surrouding them.
"I feel much better when you're staying the night. I do wish you'd agree to marry me, you know," Will said, like he'd ever said something like that before when he very much had not, Lee would remember it. And while Lee's mouth flopped about uselessly, Will added, "But I'll settle for your company for the night. Come, join me in the drawing room, and let's have a drink and a game of chess, and this unsettling feeling with vanish, I'm abosultely certain."
And so Lee went with him, and they drank, and played chess, and it was only later that night, lying in bed next to Will, that Lee thought, damn it. He'd have to marry the stubborn old fool, if only to keep him safe from all the ghosts he attracted like moths to a flame.
Really, though, how did he keep finding haunted houses?