Edwin cracked his neck, twisted his back and fingers, then marched forward as though heading into a sparring match.
Clara hurried after him, so close their shoulders nearly touched.
*Creak…*
"Hey, wake up," Edwin said, giving Parsnip's shoulder a firm shake.
*Snore~*
'Son of a bitch, how can someone sleep like him when his wife is…'
"Mrs. Parsnip, is he all right? What happened to him?" Edwin asked, his tone serious.
Clara gave a small nod. "Yes."
Edwin thoroughly checked under the bed, inside the cupboards, by the windows, bathroom, and in the kitchen but found no one.
"Aaa! Ghost!" he shouted.
Clara jumped. "What?! Where!"
"There!"
She darted behind him, placing a palm against his back and peeking past his shoulder. "I don't see any ghost, Mr. Edwin."
"I know," Edwin said. Then he turned and grabbed her shoulders, his grip firm.
Clara tried to pull away from him, but couldn't. "W-what are you doing?"
