“Oh, this is a room that you can pay extra for? Some people want a unique hotel and just boost the experience for people you know, with the rumors of this hotel being haunted.” He presented her with a grimace as he inspected the rooms dark and way too confining space, in his opinion. He’d rather die than be stuck in one of these things for the night. This place was freaky and discomforting…that was for sure. But at least they weren’t dead bodies sitting and decaying.
“How did you find this room?”
He blinked once as he returned his gaze to her, pointing to the stairs. “I followed it down here really…the door wasn’t terribly hard to find but still, it’s pretty well hidden…” He looked down at his phone flashlight before back to her again. “This darkness has got to be bad for your eyes,” he muttered as he moved towards another coffin. “You mentioned this place being haunted…what makes you say that?”
His eyes scanned the walls, brows furrowed as he looked briefly behind him. This place was really one that could give you the creeps. Luckily, Brendan never believed in all that mumbo jumbo about ghosts and hauntings. “Mhm, very charming. I bet you say that to all the girls.” He gave a chuckle as he looked over at her with a shrug. “Nah. Only to the ones with well…nice hips,” he replied snarkily. He ran a finger along a wall before they turned another corner. “So then how do you know the ins and outs of this place? Don’t tell me you live here sweetheart.”
“Pleasure to meet you Jessica,” he said softly before planting a kiss onto her knuckles as he was accustomed to. He gave her a slight smirk as he stood back up straight, beginning to lead her down the halls to a more…private setting. “If there’s one thing you must know it’s that the dining area and it’s food is exquisite,” he said, pointing over to it. “Although,” his voice rasped as he leaned down slightly. “Those aren’t the only meals served here for hungry young people.” In his case, it was a literal meaning. Around him was an entire buffet. To her, she could take it as she would. As they moved towards the rooms he looked over at her, making his face more serious. “What do you know of this place?”
“Well, if you’re offering, I’ll take that chicken as my prize then!” He said proudly as he puffed out his chest, not catching the sarcasm within her voice. He glanced over to the waiter and watched the girl as she frantically moved about the kitchen, leaving the meal right in front of him. He smirked, only barely hearing her question before he dashed for the plate. He sat himself on the floor, and began consuming it ravenously with his hands. He couldnt feel his stomach being filled, but he could taste the texture and it felt nostalgic. “I turned into a magic man when mom went away for a while,” he said with a full mouth. It must explain all the things he could do. “I’m guessing mom gave me the powers when she left me here so I could protect myself from the bad guys,” he kicked his fingers before looking over at her with a scrunched nose. “Eh. Chicken is overcooked,” it was an obvious lie as he went in for more.
@kitty4322 - I’m not entirely sureif ghosts can eat and taste but it said they can become tangible so I assumed?? Lemme know if I need to change it