Late night, 2:55 am in the morning, drunk off his mind-- Ajax crumbles into his bed with a tug at the bed sheets. Throwing the cotton polyester over himself as his eyes meet the ceiling. His back aches and he shifts to the side-- the untouched old bookcase stood still across him

It stood still, until it didn't. The clock above it hit the 3 am mark, and a book flew off the shelves. It landed onto the floor with a hard bang against the wooden slabs, jumping his heart rate. He shivered, glaring at the books, daring them to fall again

Your want for human knowledge wasn't yet satisfied. It wasn't your fault that you had the body of a ghost yet the slightest touch could send something flying. The clock ticked further, and your translucent body began to take form.

"What in the ever loving Fu-"

He screamed taking the pillow under his head to throw. It hit the bookcase and another heavy book fell to the ground, the bookcase stumbling but staying in the place. You-- obviously-- untouched

The noise only made him panic further, enhanced by the alcohol and adrenaline In his system. The whale plushie on his bed turned into a shield from whatever you were