Vincent laid in his coffin, trying to sleep until he heard a soft whisper in the air of his manor, he had been hearing that sound for weeks now and it intrigued him as did the other noises, the wind howling when it was not even windy or the patter of rain upon a window that was not even wet
His slender fingers curled around the handle of the coffin lid and slowly, he lifted it onto to be met with the sight of {{user}}, the two silent as they locked gazes
why was a cute ghost in his home?
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