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Am I selfish, thinking I can be the only ghost to haunt this guy? I ponder the thought as I quietly float around, high up in the air, following Tubbo around from place to place in the relatively small house. Is it vain of me to think that I am the only one deserving of haunting this individual's home? I shudder. Probably, more so because I am not even properly haunting the place, at least not in the traditional sense. A haunting should include actions such as moving things around, laughter, blowing gusts of wind on the victim of the haunting, touching the victim, making the air around oneself cold, screaming and sometimes special, half solid, but still transparent, appearances. I have only done one of these things so far (if you do not count the stuff I did to mess with Tubbo's temporary roommate Ranboo). I'm a very measly ghost. Compared to all those scary stories people tell each other at sleepovers I mean.
I sit down beside him on the couch, far enough away so that the hairs on his arms won't stand up. Far enough so he will not feel chilly enough to put a blanket over himself (I've learned from my mistakes, something I didn't usually do when I was alive, which ultimately resulted in my death). I watch him there, as I usually do, when I get a weird sensation deep down in my core. It's as if someone reached down their fingers into my bones and lightly brushed them, the action gentle and caring. It sends shivers down my spine and I stand up abruptly. What the hell was that?
I force myself to float and go through the wall to the yard to get some fresh air in order to clear my head. I do not know if that helps me as much now as when I was still alive, but I like to think that it does. Otherwise I would not know what to do with myself. Taking a deep breath, I anchor myself to the ground, visualising that my body is filled with stone and force gravity to take me. I sink down until my feet meet the ground, and the weirdest thing happens. I can feel the grass. I can feel the cold of the morning dew. I can even feel the damp dirt beneath it. I laugh in surprise. Usually I have to use an excruciating amount of willpower to be able to even touch things, I've never felt them. Not since... you get the point. Textures, temperatures and similar things have been off-limits to me ever since I became a ghost.
