Billie looked down at her clothes, one of her weak points... when someone said something bad about the way she dressed, "Excuse me, Mr. Ghost looking freaky guy, i have no idea waht your talking bout"

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Monica stood petrified, her face white and mouth moving soundlessly.

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Billie smirked and looked at Mon, "So... your really dead?"

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Monica stood petrified, her face white and mouth moving soundlessly and her head shaking in a 'no' way.

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"That... is... so COOL!!" Billie gasped "Can ya teach meh how to do that?"

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Monica actually screamed this time, but had to stop when Billie clapped her hand over her mouth.

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"Shut up Mon! don;t give them a bad first impression"

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Monica's eyes were wide, but she was forced to shut up and follow, for Billie had her hand over her mouth and fist on her lower back to push her forward. She was going to KILL her when they got out of there.

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Monica was now trying to bite Billie's fingers. If there were ghosts here, that was one thing, but UNFRIENDLY ones, that was a PROBLEM.

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Evie stared at the Ghost, it was only when he led them away from the front door did the begin to get curious.
Her eyes were frantic and wild, spinning round trying to look at everthing. She followed quietly at the back, the silent out of the 3.
She looked to her left, she spotted a door that was open slightly, she made a movement towards the door, only to glance back to watch the silvery shimmer of the male Spirit lead Billie and Mon away, droning away.
Evie took her chance and slipped away silently,she moved closer to the door, seeing a glow of fire her curiosity overcame her.
Her hand moved towards the door, clasping the frame she pushed the door open and took a step in.
She was confronted to a room filled with rich colours and a warm hearth, a shiver went down her spine and she took the opportunity and raced into the room, her squirt swishing round her feet, she raced right past a large red armchair.
She knelt down in front of the hearth putting her hands up to the heat, tucking her legs under her.
She sat for a few minuets in silence, deep in thought, the warmth sinking into her, it was only when there was a sharp cough Evie looked up comeing face to face with a silvery spirit of a very old male - the grandfather.

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(may I join as a ghost?)

Name: Jeffrey Wolf
Age: 153
Height: 7`0
appearance/history: A long hulking look, he has hands full of cutting scars. He usually appears in dirty jeans and a brown jacket. He carries tools around with him since he used to be the houses handyman before he suffered the same fate as old Jeeves..

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!