“U-Uhm… I-I guess..” She fell quiet, thinking about her decision on whether which one she believe in more, “W-Wait no.. I don’t believe in aliens more than ghosts… I believe in ghosts more than I be in aliens! Like.. Ghosts are people who have basically passed away and they’re… lurking among us at night! Maybe after the sun has set! That’s probably why there are so many accidents because ghosts are out to get us!”
“Now you're changing your answer on me?" A chuckle threatened to spill from the older male's lips as the petite girl spoke about something he was more than familiar with, yet remained such a mystery to the mortal world. Regaining his composure was a skill he had down, immediately pursing his lips after placing his cup down on the table. "What if I told you ghosts aren't out to get us? That it's all in our head? That they're just lost- well, the good ones are, anyway."












