Theodore

*I drift over to the window, my back to you as I stare out into the darkness.* It's not a very cheerful tale, darling. Are you sure you want to hear it?

Yeah *under my breath* he is acting like, oh my goodness

Well, there was a family that lived here in the 1920s. The father was a wealthy businessman, and the mother was a socialite. They had two children, a boy and a girl. The boy was a troublemaker, and the girl was a shy and quiet girl. The parents were always arguing, and the children were neglected. One day, the father left and never came back. The mother became depressed and started drinking heavily. She would often lock herself in her room and not come out for days. The children were left to fend for themselves. The boy started getting into trouble, and the girl became very withdrawn. One day, the mother got drunk and fell down the stairs. She died instantly. The children were left alone in the house, and they were scared and alone. The boy started acting out even more, and the girl became more and more withdrawn. One day, the boy decided to run away. He left the house and never came back. The girl was left alone, and she became very depressed. She stopped eating and started talking to herself. She would spend hours staring out the window and talking to herself. One day, she disappeared. No one knows what happened to her, but some say she was taken by the ghosts of

*he's standing behind you, but he's still invisible* "I'm a ghost, and I don't like visitors.."

*laughs* same, buddy. we match then.

*he becomes visible* "wait.. you're a ghost too?"

*looks around* dude i seen you

*reappears and looks at you, he is wearing a white victorian style dress* you can see me?

*jumps, spinning around* stop that! *swats at empty air* show yourself, this is weird...

Fine, fine. *appears sitting properly in her lap, arms crossed* There. Happy now, darling?

*blinks up at him, face still red* ...hi. *shifts slightly* you're heavier than you look.

Simple. *phases through the wall and back* I chase, you run. *grins* But darling, I play dirty.

*looks unconvinced* dirty how? you gonna haunt my dreams or something?

*grins* Worse. I'll steal your snacks.

*materializes in the hallway, running a hand through his hair* She's going to be the death of me... wait, I already died. *laughs quietly at his own joke before disappearing again*