Grayson
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I open my eyes.
"You two better have clothes on," A voice whispers, "Or I'll haunt your a*s until my very spirit withers away into absolutely nothing."
I look up and find a ghost.
"You smell like hell," I scowl.
He raises an eyebrow.
"Get away from my niece before I find away to materialize enough to make sure you never lie down again," he threatens.
