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[kovach]

[ after attempting to follow some small footprints from the dining room, kovacs briefly hears some strange and suspicious laughter that echoes out for only a short time before it's gone.

— the fuck? ]

Has anyone heard some creepy fucking kids giggling in the hallways?

Or seen some tiny feet trailing around?

Comments

[shadysided]

Oh please, we get it, you're the sassy stoic thug-type guy.

Did you try asking them what they're doin? Who they are?
Maybe they just want company.

[kovach]

You sure? I can drill the tough guy loner shit even further.

[ you asked for it. ]

The laughter stopped after a second. Can't even say they're still hanging around this spot.
I'm not talking to some kid ghosts.

[ says him, who talks to fake ghosts all the time. ]

[shadysided]

Not gonna lie, I'm curious how you would.
One-word replies? Grunting?

Why not talk to ghost kids? They might have answers for you. Or they might lead you to doom. But that's when you do your running.

Like that Don Schlitz song. "You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away and know when to run."

[kovach]

Holy shit. Didn't realize a kid here would have wiser words than most of the other optimistic idiots running around here.

[shadysided]

A teenager can have more common sense than a bunch of oblivious adults?

Wow, news to me, never seen that before.