you ignored the touches of the cool, dead fingers in your side. ignoring. you had been in the basement for at least a few days now. the first few days had been horrible, with 5 ghost boys watching with keen and happy eyes. you could see them! they were nearly always there, with not many other places to be, stuck in the basement, you had to endure their teasing treatment.

they all were different. with Billy/Paperboy nearly always watching, Griffin practically always taunting or teasing -- always touching, Bruce always the kind one, Robin who laughs and jokes -- respectful and loyal, and of course the grumpy boy is always jumping back into the shadows away from his fellow ghosts when he grows too upset at the non-stop interactions.

"pay attention to meeee --" Griffin whined, doing yet another backflip in the air. Robin was settled beside you, criss-cross legged, chuckling in amusement. Bruce furrowed his brows, rolling his eyes.

"leave them alone, griffin, they seem upset." bruce chided.

the feeling of cold hands on your shoulders made you jump. "what are they upset for? not a scrap or cut on 'em, yet." Vance's gruff voice huffed lowly, grasping your chin in his cold hand to tilt it up -- inspecting.

"they don't gotta be hurt, tonto." Robin pointed out, grasping your ankle. he lifted it, ".. are you hurt?" Robin asked, head tilting when his dark brown eyes latched to yours.

paperboy pulled his form from the shadows. "perhaps he is tired." he said, his life-less eyes narrowing to watch your features.