#hauntingiisms

Of course, his watching hadn’t always been easy. Whenever she had found the attention of other ghosts–namely the male ones–Shadow had to resist the urge to make sure they would never touch her again. No matter how hard she had become over the years, no matter how much she had embraced the thrills of being a poltergeist, Samantha had a soft heart. Willing to love, and enjoy the attention she had never truly been given as one of the living. So much so, Shadow had watched her open up only to be taken advantage of again and again. 

Names had never really mattered to the old ghost (if that hadn’t been obvious enough since he had forgotten his own). At first, it had felt strange to feel that predatory jealousy, given his natural numbness to most things. At first it was annoying, but as he began to fixate on the male ghost who Samantha had chosen he had embraced the feeling. Of course, when the man had impregnated and then left Samantha, Shadow had become dangerous. If he had the power to force the man from hiding, Shadow would have made him wish he could be alive so he was able to escape. It would have given him immense joy torturing the foolish male’s mind as we as his body. 

The son of a bitch might already be dead, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have my fun. 

The thought brought on a humorless grin across his features. That was sometimes the struggle with being attached to someone. You always had to deal with the fallout of whatever was happening to them at the time. At that time it was Samantha and her twins. Not that he didn’t like her twins. They were a part of her, but there was just something a little off with the whole ordeal. And as the children grew older, he could sense something was off about them as well. 

However, it wasn’t really something he should stick his nose into. At least, not yet. The young ones would have to find a way in this house, and he could already tell they were doing just fine for all of their oddities. 

Focusing back on the female ghost that he had spent a majority of his after life looking after, he cocked his head. She had done so much in the last few years, probably even more than he knew, but she was still that same wide eyed child that he had found. 

Seth had been busy attempting to find just the right horrifying etching to carve into the woodwork of the old house when Ria had popped up next to him. He would have grumbled at her to mind her own beeswax for a few minutes, but she looked so damn cute. Her fingers had interlaced with his, bringing them slowly to her belly. 

“You better shape up.” 

Eyebrows scrunching together, Seth looked from her stomach up to her eyes. “What the hell…” His voice trailed off slowly as he sensed something. Something that shouldn’t have been there. A third something. A little something that was too tiny, too fragile. 

Eyes growing wider, the warlock backed away for a second, his hand still pressed against her stomach. The etching forgotten as he faced the horrifying, yet exhilarating, prospect of becoming a father after death. 

“This house is something else, Babs.” 

A kind smile spread Nani’s lips apart. She wished she could be naive as to think that Chase would ever be able to let her down. She was almost romantic enough to say the words out loud. Almost. In the end, the female chose to set her hands lovingly on his shoulders, twisting him so that he would look at her. “Life’s too short for stresses, handsome,” Nani said, winking. “Just focus on the moment. Total cliche, but at least it has some merits.” 

Head cocking to the side, Victor looked out to the window to the world beyond their forever home. He had never really thought of it that way. Sure, he and his twin were different. Walking through walls, as well as, disappearing and reappearing wherever they wanted was not something everyone could do. But that’s where he and his twin differed, he figured. She was the more thoughtful one where he was impulsive. She was the other side of his coin, someone he would always have around. If he wanted it or not. 

His mouth stretched into a wide smile. “Who wants to be like the rest any way? We’re better.” Shrugging, he stepped away from the window. “Come on, let’s go see if we can make any trouble for frat bros. Or the sorority girls, your pick.” 

“Is that what you think?” Tristan’s mouth quirked upward at the sorority girl’s suggestion.It was easy to tell they had an easy relationship. Even his frat brothers had commented about how he was becoming whipped by pussy, but he refused to see it. If anything, Tara was the one who was getting whipped into shape by him. 

Stepping closer to the brunette, Tristan’s hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her so that she would have to put those sexy legs around his torso. Trailing kisses up her neck with each step he took, he waited until he had her back against the wall before planting one on her lips. 

“You better hope it never has to come to that. You’d miss these lips when I’m gone.”