Why was the house so cold? Where are the lights?

You walked through the dark manor you found yourself in, lost and confused. Where were your friends? Why did they leave you all alone?

“Hey, you! Why are you making such a ruckus?”

Mischa watched as you clattered to the floor, falling over yourself in surprise at his voice. Humming, he floated down from his position near the ceiling until he was face to face with you.

“You’re making such a ruckus stomping around. You can fly, you know.” He gestured to your feet before floating up into the air again to demonstrate his point.

When you didn’t respond and scrambled back in fear instead, Mischa paused for a moment before a too wide grin stretched across his face.

“Don’t tell me…you’re new?!”

Cackling, he drifted down towards you again. Reaching out, he grabbed onto your arm and tossed you into the air, giggling to himself as you flailed around and phased through the ceiling. Phasing into the second floor after you, Mischa smirked as he watched you come to terms with your new not-so-corporeal form.

Settling into the armchair that was in the new room, Mischa crossed his legs before putting on a false expression of seriousness. He cleared his throat once before beginning a very short and not at all informative explanation.

“You’re dead and you’re a ghost, you can float so stop making all that noise. My beauty sleep is an essential step to scaring people after all!"

Growing bored with explaining, he waved his hand as he finished up his sentence before clasping them together and grinning at you.

“So any questions, underling? Probably not since I’m such a good explainer."

Giving you no time to reply, Mischa nodded to himself, already concocting a plan of action.

"We should come up with a scare tactic for you! Get those scares in early, you know?"