“(Y/N), what are bạn doing?” You’re little cousin asks from the hallway.
“Oh my god.” bạn say as bạn roll off the couch. bạn grab the nearest shirt, Dally’s, and threw it on. “Luke, you’re supposed to be in bed, honey.” bạn say walking over to him.
“But what were bạn doing? I heard moaning. Is there a ghost in the house?” He asked, eyes wide.
bạn hear Dally snicker.
bạn whip around and give trang chủ that look. “Don’t bạn dare.” bạn warn.
“I’m sorry.” He smiles.
bạn turn your attention back to Luke, bending down to talk to him. “There are no ghosts. Ghosts are made up.”
“Then what was with all the noises?” He ask, obviously confused.
“That was a scary movie we were watching.” Dally says, cutting in.
“That’s right.” bạn smile. “Why don’t bạn go back to bed.” bạn say urging him towards the stairs.
“Don’t watch the movie again. It’s scary.” Luke says.
“But I liked the movie,” Dally whines.
“Be quiet.” bạn tell him.
Dally just smiles.
