“(Y/N), what are you doing?” You’re little cousin asks from the hallway.
“Oh my god.” You say as you roll off the couch. You grab the nearest shirt, Dally’s, and threw it on. “Luke, you’re supposed to be in bed, honey.” You say walking over to him.
“But what were you doing? I heard moaning. Is there a ghost in the house?” He asked, eyes wide.
You hear Dally snicker.
You whip around and give home that look. “Don’t you dare.” You warn.
“I’m sorry.” He smiles.
You 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.” You smile. “Why don’t you go back to bed.” You 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.” You tell him.
Dally just smiles.
