(So... a little less than seasonal, but A Christmas Carol had ghosts, so... Shh.)

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As you exited the haunted house, the Doctor clung to your hand like it was the last thing keeping him tethered to Earth, his nails digging into your skin and leaving little crescents in the flesh.

To say he was spooked would be an understatement. Oh no no, he was jumpy and twitchy and kept glancing about to check his surroundings. His blood ran cold in his veins and his hand was all clammy, like he'd been dunked in a bucket of ice water.

"Well, that wasn't so bad, was it?" you chirped, a hint of a tease laced through your voice.

"No, no it wasn't," the Doctor replied, faking confidence and straightening out his bow tie. "I've seen much worse. Have I ever told you about—!" A hand tapping at his shoulder cut him off.

"Excuse me, do you have the—?" The Doctor jumped out of his skin with a yelp more fitting for a five-year-old girl than a 900+-year-old Time Lord.

"Er... Sorry, I'll go ask... elsewhere." Backing away, the woman looked you both up and down, giving you the Weirdo Once-over™ before hurrying away. Meanwhile, you couldn't help but snicker, and the Doctor turned to fix you with a withering glare.

"Oh, shut up..."