Rook
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Here it was, the legendary haunted house of the twolegplace. Well, perhaps not quite legendary and probably not haunted but certainly the talk among the kittypets in the area. It was hard to make your way through the neighborhood without hearing something or other about the old house, especially when there had been a recent 'sighting'. The peeling paint, rotting wood, and overgrown vegetation weren't terribly intimidating during the day but at night they could certainly instill fear in the hearts, and curiosity, of sheltered kittypets. It was easy to see how such stories might emerge from such a place.

That was what brought Rook here - curiosity. The small tom felt an unnatural amount of anxiety standing at the end of the pathway and staring up at the old building. He didn't believe the stories, necessarily, but he hesitated all the same before continuing up the cobblestone walk.

(sorry about the abrupt ending, brain shut down but i wanted to post it anyway a a a @vermin)

Rook
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Hearing a strangled screech rang out from the house, Rook echoed with his own cry of bewilderment and terror. The small tom practically tripped over himself as he scrambled back down the pathway by a few tail lengths. Breathing heavily, golden eyes scanned the area for any apparent source of the sound but found no difference in the surroundings. He flinched, ears flat against his head, when two haunting moans emerged from the building.

Every second spent in the overgrown yard felt like an eternity as Rook stared up at the old, weather-beaten structure, debating fleeing this place. The air already held a chill but the area seemed to radiate cold, sending a shiver down his spine. He wasn't one to believe in ghost stories but it seemed entirely possible that this local legend held a bit of truth. And yet, he shook his head and took a few steps up the pathway once more, followed by a couple more. It wasn't long before he stood on the front stoop.

'A kittypet once told me,' he thought,'That that these old twolegs houses start groaning when they get old.'

'But can houses screech?' He quickly pushed the thought out of his mind. He didn't want to think too hard about it. The door sat slightly ajar and he peered in cautiously, prepared to bolt if need be.

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Rook
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Coming face to face with a fluffy white feline was the last thing Rook expected as he peered around the door into the front hallway. Some old twoleg things, overgrown vines maybe. Certainly not a cat. Already sufficiently freaked out, the tom took a second and merely stood there and stared back, his brain reaching the point of disconnect and disbelief that the immediate response was not to flee. The fact that this rogue seemed just as frightened of him did not seem to register with Rook and, after trying to blink away the ghost in front of him and subsequently failing, he let out a deep sigh,"I do believe I have either gone insane or there is a real, bonafide ghost standing here in front of me," he meowed, to nobody in particular,"In either case, my day certainly can't get any more interesting than this."

Even with ears unwittingly flattened against his head and fur standing on end, Rook wasn't a particularly intimidating figure. Only 9 moons of age, he still had growing to do, even if he did tend to hold himself with the dignity of somecat much older. Shaking out his pelt, he plopped himself down into a sitting position and continued to stare back and try to comprehend the feline across the way,"Can you answer that for me?" he asked, voice shaking ever so slightly as it does after a rush of adrenaline,"Am I insane or are you a ghost?"

[ @vermin I dont know how coherent this is right about now put im posting it anyway pfft]