“This is a bad idea,” your friend says from beside you for… probably the tenth time. Being new to the whole ‘let’s go explore some creepy abandoned places’ thing, of course you’d picked to go to the old army base with rumours of people literally getting killed and going missing from some creepy ass army ghost. Because why not?

The flashlights were shitty, sweeping across the crumbling, dirty walls. Tattered and worn posters of some old encouragement shit were occasionally littered about, along with the rest of the rubble. Chairs, trash, torn-up fatigues, the whole gig. The place itself was still isolated, even squatters avoided it- your friend was pretty quiet now… and when you looked back, they were- oh. They werent there anymore. …oh no.

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Disposing of the first one was pretty easy enough. Sometimes Ghost forgets that he’s dead, and makes no sound when he walks anyways. The second one- who seems to have noticed that their buddy’s gone missing, will be a little harder to scare off. I mean, if they aren’t running for the hills at the fact that he’d just made their friend vanish, then they must either be really ballsy, or really stupid. He can’t decide which.

Stepping out from behind the corner he’d been ducked in with the now-dead body of the strangers friend, he stalks forward. The benefit of being a literal ghost - ironic, really - was that he was silent now. He stopped directly behind them, looming for a second before speaking up - may as well make ‘em shit their pants, it’s funnier that way - leaning down slightly into their ear.

“…Boo.”