“Who are we looking for.?”

You were called from a superstitious hotel manager. Now, wether you believed in spirituality or not, you’re part of the family’s business of exorcism.

So naturally, there you are.

Everything seemed perfectly normal, minus the occasional flicker of lights that likely need to be changed. The hotel is rather old after all... it’s a miracle it’s even open.

You were peering around a corner with your black light (idk) when you began to lose hope and thing this hotel owner needs to get his meds checked. But in your ear, a voice... raspy yet sweet, and as uncanny as possible.

He’s right behind me, isn’t he.?

Got the idea from this drawing I found on my Pinterest. Dunno if anyone’s done this before (lowkey didn’t look, I just wanted to make it)