Aug 5, 2019
@zeitlosleben
Charles was frankly no stranger to ghosts having encountered many himself. In fact he made met the ghosts of his so called “loved ones” and even brought them back to physical form.
Brow arched as he leaned back in his seat, his own finger tips touching each other as he examined the ghostly apparition before him. Lips curled into a crooked smile. “Well?” His voice was quizzical as he awaited some sort of answer as a strange gleam of amusement danced in his blue eyes. “If you were planning on haunting me, I’m afraid you’re too late.” The smile turned into a snarl. “My own past has beat you to it. Perhaps it would be more productive to pick a number and wait in a queue.”