Map for Stones

Kal and Oiko were as stable and quiet as they could be. The three others quivering in fear almost hook the table. Their bodies were vibrating, their teeth cluttering poorly.

"K-K-K-Kal..."

The man stamps his beer glass upon the wood table. The spirits all turn to look at the one who dares ruin their peace and serene. However, Kal chuckles loudly whilst placing his hand on his thick thigh. The perplexed little adults flinch when the ghost flies up in the air above Kal, they seemed too pale to continue living anymore.

"Who are these little kids?" The ghost named Pruse asks his friend.