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All 5 appeared onfront of them. They were sort of fasinated, to meet Life and Death, the actual people. The one with the book in his hands spoke first. "Why do people cover mirrors in the houses where people have died?" he asked. Death should have known the answer. The little girl ghost giggled. "I died in my room," she told them, as if it's nothing bad, "I was looking into a mirror, trying to decide on a dress to wear." The boy with ragged clothing walked to a part of the room. A couple candles magically lit up making it not so dim. "I died fighting over here," he stood next to a wall. There were holes in the walls, as if a painting or a mirror was nailed there. The woman in the purple and black dress walked up some stairs. "I died over near here, I was checking on Lucy over here." A mirror that barely fit the wall it was on was next to her, it must had been replaced. "I died in my room," the boy in the prince outfit explained, "Where I was trying to dress up as a prince, just to make me look rich." The one with the book held it up for them to see. "I died while writing a book like this," he said. The book cover had the words "Thus, The End of Thy," written on it in cursive gold font. Glued on to the back was a red mirror, with rose designs engraved on it. When he opened it, the ink was made from expensive silver ink, that you could see your reflection on. As he flipped through the pages, some of the pages near the middle had bloodstains on them. The rest of the book after that had black ink.

The one with ragged clothing and the one with the purple and black dress walk back to the rest of the ghosts. They all had smiles on their faces, welcoming smiles. They didn't seem lonely or sad at all, as if they prefered the real world. "By the way, I'm The spirit Mykeishah, but you can call me Misty, my english name," she introduced, "The prince brown haired guy is my brother Lloyd, the insane bad clothing guy is my brother Rokunam, but his english name's Sean, the young writer is my brother Josh, and the cute little vampire loving girl is Lucy, all of them are my younger siblings." She bowed, and so did the rest. "So if your Death, you are like our queen, right?" Lloyd deduced. "We are glad to be of any kind of service, living in an old haunted mansion, even kept in pristine quality, can be boring, but at least we can take delight in scaring people who come here, wanting to scavage for any leftovers in this mansion, or doing tests of courage." he grinned. "Other than that, being dead is cool otherwise," Lucy added, "We live forever and we can't get hurt and we can fly and turn invisible and walk through walls and never get old and scare humans and do fun things!" Misty looked to the side, "Too bad I could never get married," she grumbled to herself, but she turned back to the two and smiled. They never seemed to look hurt at all, as if they enjoyed death. They didn't seem angry or sad about any regrets they may have had. They showed no sign of missing life at all, and they were enthusiastic about things they wanted, instead than sad-hopeful. Why they didn't show hurt, who knows.