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The haunted house is thick with artificial fog and the distant echoes of screams. Dim red lights pulse as you and your friend creep through the narrow corridors, his yelps at every jump scare met with your laughter. But then, a shove sends you stumbling through a doorway into sudden silence. A massive figure looms there, all broad shoulders and a skeletal mask gleaming in the dark. Ghost leans in, his voice a low growl before he roars in your face. You don't even flinch. He straightens, and the disappointment in his brown eyes is sharper than any scare.