"Strange babysitter you've got there..." I noted.
"A little weird, but he's OK, really," Crystal assured, "The last lady I had nearly set the house on fire, three times, before she quit to join the military. She also had this creepy crush on dad."
"Wow. You'd think your dad would know better than to hire a total pyro," I joked.
Crystal just glared.
Apologizing, I took a step back to the wall. There, I heard something very strange.
"Was that breathing?" I thought, looking for a source. I twisted around, knocking my elbow onto the wall.
"Ouch!" I exclaimed, having nearly missed my funny bone.
Then, there was a knock to match mine, followed by a series of rapidly retreating footsteps. Spooked, I edged closer to my girlfriend, but I bit my tongue. She couldn't think I was some scaredy-cat. It was probably a servant or something.
We retreated to the study, where there was a really good computer. It was certainly better than my dinosaur of a desktop back home. Still, I couldn't fathom why the screen needed to be so dim. Crystal seemed to be used to it, at least. For at least an hour, we sat together and played games. Every so often, over the sound of laser guns hitting zombies, I would hear noises coming from a side room- footsteps, shuffling, the occasional bang. With these, I grew increasingly scared. Finally, upon hearing a phone go off, I'd had enough.
"Is your house haunted?" I confronted Crystal, "There's some really weird stuff going on!"
"Don't be stupid, Johnny, everyone knows ghosts don't exist," Crystal scolded.
We went back and forth about the existence of ghosts. Meanwhile, Azzanadra walked in, with a characteristic smile that diminished somewhat when he saw we were arguing.
"Azzanadra! Put some sense into him! Tell him ghosts don't exist!" Crystal implored.
"But that would be a lie," he explained, "I talk to them all the time on the phone. They curse people I don't like."
Crystal groaned in frustration.
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