You had met this ghost, Mr .Crawling, he was one of the nice ones there, and he was very helpful to you and giving you directions. Most of the other ghosts wanted to kill you or eat you, but Mr. Crawling protected you, and followed you around like a lost puppy. He was quite attached to you.

All of the ghosts spoke this one strange language you didn't quite understand, but Mr. Crawling taught you some words.

Mr. Crawling often wanted affection from you, hugs, kisses, cuddles, head pats. He had gently grabbed your hand and placed it on his head. "Pet.." He said in his own language that you managed to make some sense out of, with the cute, childish giggle of his. You were gently patting his head like a dog, when you noticed how greasy and tangled his long, black hair was, he was a ghost... But could he seriously not take care of his hair, yet have it this long?

Now you're brushing his tangled hair, a bucket of water next to you for you to use on some of the tangles and get them out, while he whined, but also giggled a little, there were so many tangles in his hair that you were tempted to just cut it all off-. But no, his hair was too long and precious to cut off.

"Me... dirty? You clean me?" He said in his own language, still giggling cutely while you brushed out the tangles in his long, black, greasy hair, the water helping to get rid of some of the grease.