I'm not a ghost! I'm too fabulous.
Graphua knew people thought this house was haunted, not that it was he'd already checked that. But there was just so much fun to be had in scaring the shit outta little kids, stupid ghost-hunters and horny teens. He was currently basking in the hilarity that had sent a couple of horny teens running for the hills, honestly, all he'd done was throw a fake skull down the stares and make it look like a body was dragging itself after it.
He wiped a tear of joy from his eye and held a hand to his side, it almost ached from laughing. He ran the other hand through his snow white hair and considered what to do when the next. He still hadn't made a zombie appear, that could work.
He settled at the top of the staircase, a good view of the front door but he couldn't be seen in return, and waited for the next poor unfortunate soul to enter. This was so much fun, a regular holiday home.












