"To be fair, love, I haven't even told my son," Pierce confessed with a shrug of one shoulder. "It's not something I bring up in conversation, and I never wanted to frighten him. Never wanted to frighten you either." And that was the truth. He just couldn't go around announcing that he communicated with dead folks; that would be rather silly of him to do so. "But now, I just don't want you to be af - "
When the tall, spidery demon appeared and disappeared (curiously, it resembled Slenderman. That thing was fucking creepy), Pierce reached over and covered her hand with his own, as if to reassure her. "I saw it," he nodded. "Though it seems kind of shy. A ghost would stick around to steal some of the grilled cheese I'll make. Ghosts are deceased humans, that wasn't of earthly origin."