Snippet #1195312

As Lauren hunted for his new prey, he only became more and more depressed. All of these people didn't give off a feeling of believing in ghosts, and it was to early in the day to scare a kid, even if it was dark because of the rain. So, as he wandered from house to house, knocking things off counters and stealing pieces of jewelry, only to put them somewhere else, he happened upon a large, old manor.

The boy knew it, of course. It was just beginning to be built when he died. Great to see it now... Perhaps he could see the inside-

Oh! What was that? A voice floated to his ears from inside the house, making a grin come to his face. It was a girl... Alone? Yes, she was alone... The perfect play-thing... So, silent as a ghost ((Excuse the lame pun.)), Lauren drifted through the front door and up that grand staircase. It was a nice house... Livable even for the people today. But, the lights were all off, so, from the outside it must appear empty. Only made it better... So, Lauren quickly made his way upstairs and into what appeared to be a boy's bedroom, curtains a midnight blue to match the mahogany bed canopy. Perfect... Mere seconds didn't have a chance to beat him as he curled his small frame up by the head of the bed and put on his best terrified and worried face, eyes even watering slightly as his arms hugged his legs. And, that was it before he manifested himself into a visible form, taking energy from the heat of the room.