My Alastair
After a few hours had passed and no sign of Alastair returning, Rachael lay in her bed staring up at the ceiling.

"Alastair..." She grumbled, rolling onto her stomach.

"You called?" A voice suddenly called out.

"Ah!" Rachael exclaimed, quickly falling off of her bed.

"Is everything okay, kid?" Alastair smiled as he slowly began to close the door to her bedroom.

"A-ah, wait, Alastair, you know I hate the dark, please don't close the door!" Rachael pleaded.

"What, are you afraid of ghosts?" He laughed.

No way... Is the spirit already onto me...?! Rachael thought to herself, her heart pounding.

"Oh, relax, would you?" He scolded.

Rachael's eyes widened.

"I'm just toying with you, that's all!" He grinned, walking over to the girl.

"Y-you're not..." Rachael began, her lips quivering as she began backing away.

"You're not Alastair, you liar!" She cried out tearfully.

A smile slowly crept across Alastair's face.

"Aw, it's over already?" His voice suddenly going cold.

Rachael's
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