Ghost

Lancelot immediately covered his mouth and hid his self behind a large vase. He once again prayed to the heavens for his safety and that neither of the two found him out.

Lancelot dramatically slid down the wall and made himself smaller. This was the first time he loathed himself for making a small mistake.

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Guinevere flinched at Granger's sudden reaction. It seemed like his voice...changed.

'Eek! Scary! I forgot how frightening Angry Granger could be! Was he angry that I used his iconic line?! Oh my! What do I do?!'

"G-Geez, Grangey. I was just teasing you. But I'm really sorry for using your line." Guinevere bowed her head as she sincerely apologized.

"You didn't have to yell like that, you know..." Guinevere was really shaken with Granger's response earlier.

"Wait...no, Guine. I didn't yell at you, I swear even if Alutard's hairline recedes." The ruby-red eyed marksman responded with conviction.

'He looks sincere though. But wait-- Oho! Did I just hear Mister Alucard's name from his lips despite not having him as our topic?? He really miss Mister Alucard that bad? Oh my!!' Guinevere thought to herself.

While Guinevere was drifting off to her fangirling world, Granger heightened his senses as he scanned the empty hallways. He has been feeling another person's gaze at him since the start of their tour.

His back, especially his neck, has been burning from earlier. It was as if someone was shooting a lazer beam at him and wanted to slice his neck. It was faint but he knew it was an aura of a killing intent. But whenever he looks around there was no one.

"Guine, are there perhaps...wandering spirits here in your castle? I really heard another man's voice."

"Ghosts? Hmm..."

'Hmmm....now that I think about it. His voice earlier seemed strange. It was as if there were two people who answered back! What a peculiar phenomenon!'

Guinevere was in her thinking mode again.

After half a minute of thinking, she remembered various the ghost stories her closest Swan Servants tell her whenever she tries to sneak out to the kitchen for a midnight snack.

"Oh! I heard from our Swan Servants that before this castle was renovated to be a replica of Odette's Swan Castle back in her hometown, it was owned by a person known as the Bloody Duke.

They say his evil soul is still attached to this place and haunts everyone living here. But for as long as I have lived here, there were no paranormal activities...well at least for me..." Guinevere said as she recalled the story she once heard from a Swan Servant.

She remembered her dear brother Lancelot had past experiences as well as the other Swan Servants. In which

strengthened the validity of the Swan Castle ghost stories.

But Guinevere was never afraid of the paranormal. For her, the living are much more scarier. So she never really considered this new home as haunted. The Swan Castle was so comfy to be referred as ghostly or scary. Despite that, Guinevere still enjoys listening to their paranormal experiences in this castle.

"Bloody Duke? Sounds interesting, do tell me more..."

"You want to hear ghost stories in broad daylight, Grangey?" Guinevere held her laughter.

Guinevere found their situation funny. One moment they were peacefully touring around the castle:

Baking cookies (only Granger was doing the baking, Guinevere was incharge with the tasting... for some odd reason) in the kitchen on the first floor.

Doing art critiques (making fun) of Lancelot's odd paintings and then trying on weird clothes and objects from Odette's peculiar collections on the second floor. And now, here on the third floor, after experiencing something strange, they're talking about ghosts! Their morning itinerary is really filled with random stuff.

"Yeah...I guess I do. Shall we talk about it somewhere else?" Granger suggested.

He had an ominous feeling that they shouldn't be going inside Guinevere's room. Well, aside from the fact that it was inappropriate of him to enter a girl's room.

They definitely have to leave her room alone. The entity might not like having the Death Chanter, who claimed many lives, to enter a pure lady's room. He was wondering if he should try calling for Mister Fartramis' Ghost Eliminator company. Or should he consider consulting Madam Vexanna first?

"Well then...let's go back to the lounge. It's much more comfortabe there than in the drawing room in the first floor. Oh this is so exciting! I will tell you lots of horror stories about this castle!"

Guinevere turned her back from her room and started walking towards the first room they once entered earlier. Granger had his guard up as he followed the Auburn haired girl.

When Granger passed by the large vase, he had an unexplainable urge to draw out his gun and violin case. He felt like there was someone there but there was actually none. Before he could summon his gun, he heard Guinevere's soft voice from the room.

"Grange? Grangeyyy~"

Granger's eyes softened at the shorter version of his nickname.

"Yeah. Coming..."

Granger said as he gave the large vase one final glance. He then turned his heel and stepped inside the comfy lounging room where Guinevere was fluffing up the couch's big pillows with one hand and using her phone on the other.

Lancelot, on the other hand, draw out a breath that he had been holding on for so long after Granger finally went inside the lounge.

"Good lord! That damned kid is scary!" He mumbled to himself as he sneak away from his spot.

"I better leave them be for now...that room has cameras installed. Thank goodness I'm a genius for setting up cameras in all social rooms!" Lancelot beamed proudly as he made his way to their CCTV control room.

He installed CCTV for the reason of getting evidences that there are Paranormal activities inside the Swan Castle. But so far, only the Eerie Ghost Lady of the Kitchens was only caught in a video.

"That Cringer's iconic death glare is really scary up close! Brrr!"

Lancelot rubbed his arms that were completely covered with goosebumps as he hurriedly made his way yo his destination. Granger is much more scarier than the Bloody Duke and the Kitchen Ghost Lady! Truly the living is more horrifying than the undead.

Granger sat down next to Guinevere, who was currently busy typing on her phone. The couch was very roomy and comfortable. One can even use this as his bed. It was similar to the couch in Guinevere's secret room.

"Who are you chatting with?" Granger felt an uncomfortable feeling budding on his chest.