Sea Lion Shores because I could not stop for death

Ha!

Haha! 

It was! It was his father!

Oh lucky days! The ghosts murmured in their chittering choir, the boy’s half smile split into a full, maniac grin.

Oh, I know. His smile didn’t fade, even as he jolted to his feet. He was jittering in place even now, the skull adjusting to his now standing position

Give him a name. Give him the name Isangrim. He was salivating, slobbering, a ghost, a slave to the madness that plagued his lineage from the start.

And tell him how Pelagius replaced him. His tongue curled out from behind his canines, curving up over his snout. His grin never faded, even as he slipped into the shadows.

Thank you! He chimed cheerily, because even the criminally insane should have manners, before he was off at a trot, pleased as punch.

Did I do good?

Of course you did.