"who called you?" there is rage and a strange sort of fear in his voice ( like a cornered animal baring its teeth, growling with its hackles raised ). "was it my agent?" he's breathing heavily trying to keep himself calm as he moves past the young man to hold the door out of the kitchen open. "i don't need ghost hunters. what i need is an exterminator and some peace and goddamn quiet. i don't even know how you got in here."
@likezoink liked this for a horror muse!













