espriit
It was never hard to differentiate a real, living-body from one that was under control by another entity. In fact, it was pathetically easy. They excluded such vile waves that tickled Casper's fur like wind on grass-- so heinous that it was delectably soothing. This spirit was either a lost and broken spirit or one that was out for blood -- out to wreak havoc anywhere they went.
A poltergeist.
Not so unlike the dastardly Gengar himself.
"Heeeeey! Nice skin!" He sarcastically oozed, his grin as broad and wide as his sheltered malice. "Who'd ya take it from, b u d d y?"








