[He winced when the maid fell, ducking his head automatically to try and be even smaller, eyes squeezed shut. But when his cover wasn't ripped away, Arthur pried one open and inched sideways to try and sneak a glance. A ghost?
Well.]
L-leave this room! And stay out! Until at least... at least midnight, or you'll be haunted!
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Well.]
L-leave this room! And stay out! Until at least... at least midnight, or you'll be haunted!
[No one said he made a very good ghost.]