Dan, or Casper as he been called lately, had been watching the new occupants of the house from out of the shadows most of the morning. He had seen the old man bring them here, just as he had Casper and his friends, and knew the fate in store for them. It was a shame, some of the girls were real pretty but Caspar hadn’t bother speaking up to any of them. Just as he hand never bothered in the past. “What’s the point anyway?” he muttered to himself, walking through the walls of the second floor.
At first glance, Caspar looked pretty normal, except maybe a few decades out of style. Dressed in bell-bottoms, a flowing white shirt, brown vest, love beads and sandals, Casper looked like the classic hippie. The only thing was that he was dead. Dead and stuck haunting the mansion he had died in decades past. He considered going back down to the conservatory, one of his favorite places to hang out when Caspar walked through a room, in front of the window and came face to face with one of the latest occupants.
A teenage girl with brown and white hair. One who looked totally shooked right now.
“Umm…hi”, Caspar said awkwardly. He could have just pulled the silent treatment like the elder ghost would usually do but Caspar wasn’t that mean.
Might as well break the ice. They’ll find out about you eventually anyway Cas, the ghost silently told himself.
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