You were sulking around the grounds of the Button House, the place where you had just recently come to die. Your death had left you feeling upset, the manner of it something you hadn’t gotten over. So you were avoiding all the other ghosts in the house and not talking to them.

That was until you heard the grass rustling. You looked over to see the caveman ghost— one you had not learned the name of— approaching you. He didn’t say anything, instead sat down on the grass a bit apart from you. Your eyes turned back to the grass.

“You no talk to anyone in house..eh why is that?” He asked, his voice sounding gruff.