#paras;shadow

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.