Four hundred ghosts- or, three-hundred and ninety-seven, technically-? That’s… a lot. Not more than the population of the town by any means, but a good chunk of it. What do they even see in this place? Being dead must really mess you up...
That train of thought grinds to a halt when the hall goes abruptly, eerily silent. And then he can feel the icy grip of the Host on him. Noah lets out a strangled gasp, and a horrible shudder goes through him, leaving him trembling for several moments. “...Okay,” he mumbles. The change in the Host’s tone of voice is almost worse than the touch itself was.
Noah gives a quick, nervous glance towards the suddenly still door, then to the coffin, but otherwise obediently stays put. He also squints, worriedly, at the glimpse of the room up ahead-
And cringes hard when the strange woman’s voice suddenly starts shouting at him. Them.
He has to force himself to look up again and see who it is; some sort of… telekinetic, musically inclined decapitated old lady head hanging out in a crystal ball like some sort of goth hamster. And she’s still yelling at him, causing Noah to turn bright red.
“Me!?” he says, stomping forward. “I haven’t done anything, except what this jerk,” Noah gestures wildly in the direction he thinks the Host might be, “Has been making me do!”
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That train of thought grinds to a halt when the hall goes abruptly, eerily silent. And then he can feel the icy grip of the Host on him. Noah lets out a strangled gasp, and a horrible shudder goes through him, leaving him trembling for several moments. “...Okay,” he mumbles. The change in the Host’s tone of voice is almost worse than the touch itself was.
Noah gives a quick, nervous glance towards the suddenly still door, then to the coffin, but otherwise obediently stays put. He also squints, worriedly, at the glimpse of the room up ahead-
And cringes hard when the strange woman’s voice suddenly starts shouting at him. Them.
He has to force himself to look up again and see who it is; some sort of… telekinetic, musically inclined decapitated old lady head hanging out in a crystal ball like some sort of goth hamster. And she’s still yelling at him, causing Noah to turn bright red.
“Me!?” he says, stomping forward. “I haven’t done anything, except what this jerk,” Noah gestures wildly in the direction he thinks the Host might be, “Has been making me do!”