Seaside Moors when i was a little stereo

Despite her warning, Tegan looked. Quick as a whip, he then pushed against her and began to run. Bat didn't need to be told twice. As soon as he was in motion, she fluttered after him just like her namesake. And when she saw that Tegan wasn't just running but running for his life, she coaxed her aching limbs to increase her speed. Meanwhile, the cold, driving rain and the eeriness of their predicament had woken her more quickly and fully than a shot of espresso directly to the veins.

Now, surely, the feeling of hot breath on the back of her legs was all in her overstimulated imagination, right?

It looks like our "ghost" went inactive. Do you care to continue this a few more rounds, @Tegan? I wanna use it as a trade thread! :)