*makes ghost noises all through the house when he thinks she's gone at 1am*
✣ ——— The wispy whisper, a slight howling of like some wounded dog. It disturbed his dream making him toss and turn a bit until his eyes opened up completely. The sound was instantly gone, but it wasn’t too long that it he heard it again. Darn. That sound he kept hearing in his slumber wasn’t from the dream he was having, but it was a real faint, but very real sound. Keeping still on his bed, eyes moving towards the slightly open. Swallowing hard, but trying to not make any sound himself.
‘Oh mon dieu, s'il te plait …’, Was all he was thinking. He had one encounter with the paranormal as a child and it was enough to scare him from going into abandoned houses and alone into the forests when the sun was starting to set. If it wasn’t for Chariot’s help that night he might have succumb to the wailing of the entity that was after him in the forest behind that small white house that he was dared to go into by the older kids. Here he was an almost adult, frozen in fear by the possibility of a ghost haunting him. That is until he called out for his sister’s name even if he knew she wasn’t around tonight as she went to her friend’s house for a study night and was allowed to stay the night there.
“Sherry…. is that you? Please let it be you.”

















