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Nyck swung his legs back and forth, watching as Stoffel sorted through the mess of books on the library floor.
“How did this place get so messy when it’s been abandoned for half a century?” The demon muttered, placing an academic textbook on the top of a pile threatening to topple over with the slightest hint of a breeze.
Nyck shrugged. “It was a popular romp for paranormal investigators in the 80s for some reason. Something about a film, I think one of them said.”
“Ghostbusters, probably. It’s quite a popular film in the horror genre.” Stoff looked up from the book he was holding. “You didn’t kill any of those, did you? I won’t have to hide from any ghosts blaming you for their demise?”
Nyck threw his head back, a peal of laughter filling the air and making Stoffel smile.
The wraith shook his head, grin still in place. “No, all the others were here before me.”
That made Stoffel stop. He put the book he was holding in his hand down and turn around to properly face Nyck.
“There are others?” He asked.
Nyck nodded. “Oh yeah, three more. I’m quite surprised Betty and Mark didn’t appear when you and your friends came along the first time. They’re usually itching for a hunt.” He tilted his head to the side, brow furrowed in thought.
Stoffel raised an eyebrow, silently watching Nyck’s movements.
“I suppose maybe because you didn’t go upstairs. Mark and Betty both stay on the first floor, they rarely come down. I don’t know why, there’s not much up there other than classrooms really, but very few hunters make it past the foyer so it’s quieter. That’s why you guys were interesting.” Nyck shot a grin at Stoffel. “First people in a long time to commit to ghost-finding. Properly equipped for it as well. I didn’t know ghosts could leave fingerprints.”
Stoffel shrugged. “That was surprising to me when I first saw it as well. But only certain types can leave fingerprints.” He titled his head in thought. “Out of sixteen, I can remember seven.” He gave a small laugh. “Y’know, for as powerful as demons are supposed to be, they have three of the most common pieces of evidence. A lot of ghost types have freezing temps or writing as evidence.”
Nyck smirked at him. “So basically you’re nothing special? Huh, that’s a shame, I was kinda hoping I’d snagged the best ghost in this place.” He ran a hand up Stoffel’s arm, grinning at the reaction he was getting from the other boy.
Stoffel spluttered in embarrassment. He pushed the book he was holding aside and grabbed ahold of the hand running up and down his arm, pulling it off and towards his chest.
“I’ll show you special.” He huffed, blushing when Nyck laughed harder.
The wraith waggled his eyebrows, a sly grin on his lips.
Stoffel rolled his eyes. “Anyway, weren’t you going to introduce me to the other ghosts?”
Nyck’s eyes lit up and he leapt to his feet, grabbing Stoffel’s arm and pulling him towards the door.
The smaller ghost led him through the corridor, past the foyer and down the opposite hallway.
“Okay, so there’s three others; Mark and Betty generally stay upstairs,” Nyck explained, hand still clutching Stoffel’s as he pulled the taller ghost along behind him. “But on the ground floor, there’s me and Fernando.”
“¿Sí ? I heard my name?” A heavily-accented voice piped up, and a dark head of hair popped out of the door to Classroom 14.
Dark brown eyes glinted in the dim lighting of the school as the classroom ghost grinned. “Ah, Nyck brought a friend. I’m Fernando Alonso.”