#accidentalled

Klaus’ muscles bunched reflexively as he saw the ghost approaching, ready to bolt. As much as he’d been working on his fear of them with Ben and- it still felt so strange to say it- his dad, ghosts didn’t exactly fill him with joy when he saw them.            His skin crawled and he shuddered, the sharp tang of fear on his tongue. This guy looked alright, but he’d had a pretty sucky death, if Klaus was any judge.           “... Uh, can I help you? You need directions, looking for someone? Just here to chat?”