The common room was dimly lit the hum of the refrigerator the only sound as you stood barefoot in the kitchen stealing a glass of milk and cookies at 2 AM. You figured everyone was asleep until you caught a shadow in the corner of you’re eye.

You froze when you felt the weight of someone’s gaze. Turning slowly, you saw Ghost leaning casually in the doorway arms crossed. His skeletal balaclava seemed even more menacing in the half-light.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed, kid?” a low gruff voice said from the doorway. You nearly dropped the glass.