"That's what you're worried about right now? The dolls being sad?" said Dipper. "Mabel, this place is just screaming -" His breath caught in his throat as he saw something. "Hang on."
The filament was glowing red.
"Uuh guys, I think we have company!" Dipper cried out, lifting his camera up and peering through the viewfinder, trying to find the threat.
Nothing in front of him.
He turned around to look behind him, only to find the ghost staring right at him at eye level. The spirit's hands plunged into his chest, making it so there was the sensation of icy hands painfully squeezing his heart.
He yelped in surprise and fear as he staggered back, the camera flash going off wildly in the ghost's face, causing it to recoil away from him. Dipper tripped and fell back as well, slamming into a shelf full of doll heads on the wall, causing doll heads to clatter to the ground with him as he fell.
"There's a ghost!" he gasped out with lips that had temporarily gone too pale. "Don't let it touch you!"
When Mabel and Hiccup looked through their cameras they'd be able to see it, the translucent gray shape of a spindly little man staggering around the room, his head lolling on a neck that looked strangled or broken, his body swollen and blackened in death in a way that might remind Hiccup of stories about draugr.
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The filament was glowing red.
"Uuh guys, I think we have company!" Dipper cried out, lifting his camera up and peering through the viewfinder, trying to find the threat.
Nothing in front of him.
He turned around to look behind him, only to find the ghost staring right at him at eye level. The spirit's hands plunged into his chest, making it so there was the sensation of icy hands painfully squeezing his heart.
He yelped in surprise and fear as he staggered back, the camera flash going off wildly in the ghost's face, causing it to recoil away from him. Dipper tripped and fell back as well, slamming into a shelf full of doll heads on the wall, causing doll heads to clatter to the ground with him as he fell.
"There's a ghost!" he gasped out with lips that had temporarily gone too pale. "Don't let it touch you!"
When Mabel and Hiccup looked through their cameras they'd be able to see it, the translucent gray shape of a spindly little man staggering around the room, his head lolling on a neck that looked strangled or broken, his body swollen and blackened in death in a way that might remind Hiccup of stories about draugr.