Who: Toshio Saeki and Tommy Oliver. What: Toshio pops by for a visit. When: Midday. Where: Tommy's hotel apartment. Rating: Just your typical soft-creepy. Status: Incomplete
The fact that Tommy didn't like the cats Toshio had sent to his apartment didn't bother him. No one appreciated waking up in the middle of the night to their apartment littered with howling black walking balls of omen. He couldn't count just how many times he had pulled off that trick, but no one jumped for joy when he did it so he was used to the negative reactions. He played it like he wasn't, though.
Since the curse was unleashed on other houses, Toshio could openly travel and manifest in places other than the one he lived in for long periods of time, and if he liked Tommy's place, well he might as well relocate. The door to Tommy's room creaked open slowly, though no one entered after the unwelcome intrusion.
When Tommy left the room, the boy appeared as his ghost form on the sofa, eyes as large as saucers watching the entrance where Tommy had gone through. "Tadaima," Toshio murmured in a low, bored tone, waiting for his victim to come back and see him.