Blackfeather Woods champagne, cocaine, gasoline

It was weird that he just kept laying there. The behaviour was very unlike anything the ghost had ever seen, a thing that made the pale child feel both suspicious and interested in what he was doing. She tilted her head, having expected him to do something by now, but all she could see was him wiggling around a little bit while very clearly not doing anything.

"What you doing?" she asked plainly and stared at him with a neutral look on her face, trying to figure out what was going on and why this one was put on her trail.