Len had been feeling odd lately. Did all ghosts feel this way…? Running a hand through the cool pond water in the back of the mansion, he stared at the windows… Glass. Windows. Falls. His blueish eyes seemed deadened now.
Floating through the window, he attempted to pull up a knife— and failing. Maybe… Ehe.
Seeing Len round the corner of the staircase, he floated up. Pushing him, he watched the brown eyed teen scream and fall from the window to the ground— since it was a short fall, the boy just had a few cuts. The blue eyed ghost stayed invisible, floating up.