Dust & Bones
The eerie silence that this place offered was a little unsettling, the youth quickly finding out as he removed himself from the trees side. As he walked again, he could hear the foot steps that echoed, and he wondered who might be following him. That is, until he stopped and realized it was the sound of his own foot steps. He rolled his eyes and scoffed, ears lightly twitching at his own naive amusement.
Another sound, he paused again. What was that? Green gaze searched his surroundings, unease settling in as the ripping sound continued. He was beginning to convince himself that there might be ghosts here, and had he known that they didn't actually exist, he might not have been so uneasy. Almost as soon as the noise started, it was gone. The boy was left alone in silence once more. What had caused him to go out so late anyway? Restlessness? Curiosity? Who knew.
Again, he moved forward. And next thing he knew, a white form materialized a short distance away. He felt his fur prickle along his spine, his heart pounding in his chest. Was that...a ghost? He swallowed the nervousness that clung to his throat, ears flattening with nervousness. He felt like his mouth went dry, but he had at least a little courage to try and call out to the being. "H-Hello? Are you a ghost or something?" That was what you asked a ghost, right? |