Sebastian
“Adrian boy!” The call from downstairs shook us from engaging our own business. Adrian who was scrolling through his phone lurched upward from his sleeping bag and stepped to the entrance door as he yelled back to that call.
“What is it, uncle Stuart?”
“Come down with your friend and have some dinner.”
“Got it.” Adrian then turned his head to us. The four of us were already up and about, ready to follow him from behind. Before stepping my foot out of the room, I glanced back at the unfriendly-looking spirit sitting on the old bed.
Unfriendly... might not be the right word. The spirit looked more lifeless and dirty than unfriendly. To add, if it was to show hostility towards us, the whole room would have been covered with thick miasma by now and the air wouldn’t be as fresh
