"Linger" by wicked_summer My name is Ghost, and I'm a ghost. I'm the kind of person who doesn't believe in complicating matters needlessly. I'm also the kind of person who likes to skulk around in old (and structurally unsound) buildings, giving myself the appearance of a monster (with feathers, I like feathers) and giving newcomers to the Deserted Tomb a good scaring. Hey, when you've been dead as long as I have, you learn to take your laughs where you can. Precious few things in life (sorry, death) are things that you can laugh at. That is...
White Weewoos: The Truth That's not all. The look in its eyes is the ultimate proof of its evilness. They say that the eyes are the window to the mind, and it's true...
Casper and the 350 Avatar: Part Two Casper would normally have given her quite a lecture on so called 'wild' petpets and show her how a real star acted, but...
The Night of Nothing: Part Four "Thank you for releasing... what?" The Faerie looked confused. "But you captured me! No blessing for you!" The Faerie tapped Balthazar's nose with her wand, and it burst into flames...