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[yourghosthost]

If you'd like to reach the Ghost Host, simply calling for him will do the trick. An omniscient presence, he'll be sure to appear before you as soon as he's available.

Comments are screened for privacy. A good Host never reveals his guest's secrets.

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[kindaruledatit]

[So this lovely... Thursday evening, Wendy's parked herself out in the stretching room. She's curious, very curious.]

...Hey, ghost dude. Are you there?

[she chooses, for the moment, to focus on the stretching painting of the woman balanced over quicksand.]

I mean, said you would be. You are the host and all... I guess.

[yourghosthost]

I would certainly hope so.

[he's casually chilling by his corpse, arm slung over the body's shoulder, with another holding a wine glass full of ecto cooler. he floats down to greet her.]

Is there something that you require, my dear?

[kindaruledatit]

[she knows he's going to show up, but it still kind of unnerves her to see him hanging around his own body. Ugh, not a pretty sight.]

Yeah, I guess you could say that. I wanted to ask a couple questions.

[yourghosthost]

Ask away, my dear. I will answer what I am able to.

[kindaruledatit]

Alright. [She doesn't trust you, but whatever.]

First of all, what the heck if this place? Is it, like, your house, or something?

[yourghosthost]

Many names have come into usage for this place. The Gracey Estates. The Mystic Mansion. The Phantom Manor.

But the name that most prominently sticks to it is The Haunted Mansion, home for wayward spirits. It's never been under my ownership, if that's the question you're asking.

[kindaruledatit]

Really? Just kind of thought it was, since... y'know...

[Gestures]

It really fits you.

[yourghosthost]

I've been a resident for a great deal of time.

But the deed has never been under my name.

[kindaruledatit]

So, a while then, huh?

[Her gaze drifts back to that body for a moment. for a beat, however sudden and foolishly, she considers asking about it. But that is not for now, or possibly ever. Would she even want to know?

gaze upon death, and all that.]

Yeesh. How'd you get used to this place?

[yourghosthost]

Your tastes become quite morbid upon passing on. You gain a sort of tolerance for these things.

[kindaruledatit]

Yeah, if the 'decorations' in here are anything to go by, I guess that's true.

What about you? you got a name?

[yourghosthost]

...Not one I should discuss.

[kindaruledatit]

What? Is it embarrassing? Cause, that's not really a problem for me.

[yourghosthost]

It's not embarrassing. It's just a name that I no longer associate with myself.

[kindaruledatit]

...Well, if you don't have a name, then you know that people are just gonna call you names they choose, right?

That's totally gonna happen.

[yourghosthost]

That has already been made clear to me, yes.