A ghost. A real life fucking ghost. Well not real life so to speak, but you get the picture.
The being in question crossed his arms and began to circle Paul, rather like a hawk cornering it's prey. In that moment, Paul was certain he was going to die, cowering back towards the wall.
"Who are you?" The ghost demanded, sounding half resentful and half intrigued. "P-P-Paul" the terrified boy on the floor responded. "Well, P-P-Paul, what are you doing in me house?"
"W-we j-just moved h-here, I-it was big and c-cheap." Paul glanced up at the being, but felt his breath catch in his throat. He was beautiful, Paul couldn't do anything but stare, even though the predatory look it had been giving him did not leave.
"Like what you see?" The ghost smirked. "Well I'm John, John Lennon... I would shake your hand but..." Paul managed a small smile, along with a blush at Johns comment, finally looking away. "Well get up then, this isn't half an undignified meeting on your part."
Paul managed to stagger to his feet and was suddenly eye to eye with the pale figure. The staring match began again and the air felt almost electric, full of curiosity, fear and...attraction?
That is until Paul ruined it, "how'd you die?" He blurted, making the two of them jump out of the haze. "Why should I tell you P-P-Paul?" The smirk returning to Johns face. Paul rolled his eyes, his confidence and wit returning all at once.
"Well, you see, we bought this house and I guess you come with it, so basically, I own you, meaning I have the right to know."
But no one had told Paul that you should never start a battle of wits with John Lennon. He took a step towards Paul, and another, until, if John had been alive, their breath would have mingled. "You sure about that princess?" The predatory look returning, as John seemed to loom over him once more (though in reality, he was only a few centimetres taller than the boy)
Paul was flat against the wall, giving in completely to being in front of him. "F-fine, your house, I d-don't own you."
John shot him a winning smile, "good, now we've got that clear, tell me, how old are you and who's your favourite musician?"
