#freckledheiresss

i bet hans ate it >:|

{❆} — ;; Patter of raindrops was the purpose of Jack being drawn to the window. All the glass panes in the house were open, letting in the gentle spring air which so gracefully blew through the house and ruffled Jacks platinum hair. It was spring so there was rain; it was spring and it was warm.              With a soft sigh, Jack pressed his forehead against the glass, staring at the edge of the sidewalk where it was so carefully separated from the boundary which kept him in the cursed house. Since he had died, he had kept quite a distance from the other ghosts, only ever appearing to them when he had questions about what day it was, or some other question that couldn't have been found out by himself.           When Jack was about to turn away, his eye instead got caught on a car pulling in front of the house. He couldn't remember the last time the house had sold, but whenever it did the residents either died or ran away by haunting from the other ghosts.                "What?----" He said in a hushed tone, drawing his face away from the glass, and letting himself appear by the front door.

       "Greetings! I do not believe I have seen you around? My name is Starfire!"

link? :o