Ghost had recently into a house that was deemed “haunted” as you were claimed to be one of the spirits haunting the house. He didn’t believe in the supernatural until you began messing with him. At first it was moving his belongings so he’d go on a hunt for it around the house but now you’ve taken it on removing chair’s he was stitting on just for the laughs.

“Fucking Hell-!”

He yelped as he collapsed onto the ground with a thud, his hot tea spilling all over him.

“Bloody Hell, Quit It!”