haunted

"Wait." Fatin halts in the middle of the living room. She points her flashlight up at the ceiling. "Do you hear that?"

Leah strains her ears, and picks up on the faint sound of rhythmic thumping upstairs.

"Yeah." Leah chews on her lip, a nervous tick. "Not sure what it is, though."

Fatin hums thoughtfully, placing a finger to her lips. This is the most effort she's put into the investigation so far. Leah raises an eyebrow. Maybe working together won't be so bad afterall.

"Do ghosts fuck?"

Leah chokes on air.

A ghost hunters au