Of course he opens his mouth for her and takes a bite of the sandwich she made, before taking it from her and peers up at the ceiling as well. He, personally, hoped they didn’t find any of the ghosts. They still terrified him, ever since that man at the end of his bed like that. Even just footfalls in other rooms were enough to set him on edge.
And then the back door’s screen door ceremoniously closed without reason.
“Wind.” Jack said quickly, a little too quickly, before taking another bite of his sandwich, eyeing the door in question.
Oh now that was exciting! Katelynn looked off toward the door and took a step forward, peering around it this way and that. She looked outside, wondering if wind really had been the cause. There was a slight wind but still.
Humming to herself, she jogged out of the kitchen, stopping at any corner to peer around the side, hoping to catch something. She had grabbed her camera on the way, taking pictures of different areas of the room to see if she could catch anything.
“Mr. Ghost..” she whispered softly, taking another photo of what looked like Jack’s dad’s office. “Are you here..?”
“K-Katelynn I’m sure it was nothing,” Jack said as he set his sandwich down an followed after her, the expression on his face an attempt at bravery but it was obvious he wasn’t as all right with this as he thought he would be. Hadn’t any time passage between the last time he was here and now changed anything? This was his family home. He should be so happy here! And he was! Until the door slammed.
“B-besides I don’t think a ghost answers to questions.” he poined out, before pausing. “Unless they do?” he asked her, since she seemed to know a bit more on these things tham him despite him growing up with them.
Jack Maple 