- 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐄
▶ ✧ he/him ✧ 1980s ghost ✧ location: back garden ✧ tags: juliet, other humans mentioned
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Vincent was continuing to relax in the sunny yard when he heard the back door open. He opened his eyes and leaned up, angry to be disturbed again, and was greeted by an entirely unfamiliar face. He was certainly taken aback, but still reacted more with indignation than anything. "And who the hell are you?" Vincent scoffed as he propped himself up into a sitting position. The young woman didn't answer, just began to wander about the back garden, stepping right through Vincent as she did so. So, she couldn't hear him, or see him...or touch him. Well, it didn't take a genius to put the pieces together and figure out what was going on here. Vincent should've known it the moment he heard the door click - a ghost had no need to unlock doors. Vincent looked after the girl for a moment, completely dumbfounded. When had living people suddenly shown up? And more importantly, what the hell was she doing here? The decades-old ghost pushed himself off the ground and stood up, pronouncing with exasperation, "You've gotta be kidding me." Of course, just when it seemed like things were finally starting to take a turn for the better. Even in death, Vincent just couldn't catch a break, could he?
He watched the stranger meander through the garden, taking in the sight as she thought out loud to herself. It was obvious enough she'd never been here before, but Vincent's worst fears were confirmed when he heard her speak - in fact, it was even worse than he'd thought. Actually, at first, hearing her talk about a hotel seemed a little promising. Maybe that wouldn't be as bad as just having new people move in; at least there might be some excitement around here for once. Vincent had some fond memories of trashing expensive hotels and getting kicked out of fancy lobbies, after all. But of course this old house was much more suited to be a stuffy bed and breakfast with dreadfully dull garden parties instead. If he had to watch some posh young couple with too much money host a trite wedding in this back garden, he'd find a way to throw up from beyond the grave. "This is not happening." Vincent signed angrily, turning to go inside. As much as he didn't always get along with the other ghosts, maybe someone had a plan? It might not be a good plan, but they couldn't just let this awful hotel idea come to fruition.
Vincent trotted into the kitchen, where he realized he could hear more voices outside. Wait...were there more? God, it just got worse by the minute!