Cedric
He watched from around the corner as Christopher and one of the other teenagers teased the two lost girls about being followed by ghosts.
"Cut that out, Marley!" One of them whined, "Quit pretending to be the ghost!"
"I'm not pretending!" The girl named Marley laughed, "There really is a ghost around here somewhere!"
"Don't be stupid!" Cedric said, stepping out from behind his corner and walking towards them, "There's no such thing as ghosts!" He had to make a concerted effort to keep his body from becoming its usual translucent self, but he'd had more practice doing this than most of the others, given that he was always the one to try to befriend the living.
"Who're you?" One of the trio asked. Behind them, he could see Christopher glaring daggers at him.
Cedric gave them - and him - a smile, "My name's Cedric. I was here with my friends, but I think most of them ran off, they got too scared. But I thought I heard other people in here, so I thought I'd come and see."
