“Well. I was nine, at the time. I woke up, in the middle of the night… and there he was.” Jack holds a hand up. “A man. A tall man, in a drooping h-hat and big jacket. H-he was stood at the e-end of my bed. Just s-standing there. I w-was so sc-scared I couldn’t scream. Then he just… just faded away.”
The story was exciting for her but she could tell it wasn’t such a pleasant memory for him so she tried to reign in her excitement, knawing on her bottom lip again. “Wow..I doubt he wanted to hurt though..!” She was practically shaking in envy, trying to stay calm for his sake. “If he had..he would have done more than just stand there..”
And yes, she was using her ghost knowledge on him.
“Mmm. I-I heard about how some ghosts are… ours are just… like.. other tenants. Th-they’re not violent, or mean. Just… just there.” Jack said quietly, frowning softly. “Wh-when I told my school friends they c-called me a liar…”
Jack Maple 