who seemed to be able to transport to various places and thus followed Seraphina for a tour to the Capital, was inspecting a particularly expensive bottle.
"Excellent vintage. I believe I shall—"
WHOOSH!
He disappeared through the wall.
"MY DIGNITY!"
"Great heavens!" Bartholomew yelped, trying to grab onto a wine rack to anchor his ectoplasm.
His grip phased right through the wood. "Not again! I am losing my structural dignity!"
He was dragged through three floors of solid stone, tumbling head-over-heels through the walls.
Inside the master bedroom, Seraphina kept her eyes closed, maintaining the gravitational pull.
POP. SQUELCH. WHOOSH!
Ghosts from every corner of the estate were dragged toward Seraphina's bedroom.
They passed through floors.
Walls.
Ceilings.
One ghost accidentally traveled through three floors, a chimney, and a portrait.
Another emerged from a bathtub.
