House Sharing

“Alright, you bloody wanker, we need to have words.”
The teenage specter stood with his arms crossed over his chest and glared at the old man who had just moved in with the small family. The old man turned slowly, his eyes hollow pits.
“I don’t need to talk to you, boy. They’re my family, not yours.”
“And it’s my house, Gramps. So we need to set up some boundaries or something.”
The boy took a step towards the old man, his gaunt face turning more skeletal than ever. The old man just laughed and dropped down through the floor.
“I told you, boy. I don’t have to talk to you.”

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