Alfred entered the manor with skepticism. The place was spotless. A cup of tea waited for him in the kitchen, and the transparent silhouette of a young boy against the dying light in the study.
Alfred pulled a blanket over the ethereal child, he couldn't be older than fourteen. The ghost stirred in his sleep, becoming almost completely invisible. Alfred left him alone.
All he could do was sit back with his tea.
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The Ghost Of Wayne Manor
FanfictionBruce Wayne is missing, and Wayne Manor is empty. It's the perfect place for a tired young ghost to settle down and earn the qualifications for his haunting permit. Unfortunately, he didn't account for the groundskeeper, and now he has to spend ten...
