[ She sees where he's looking and gets up so she can see, freezing as she spots the specter standing on the sidewalk.
He looks like some kind of actor in a gothic horror movie, all done up and ready to scare some unsuspecting homeowners. Except she can see right through him, and there's something about his eyes, about the empty sadness in them, and something about the fact that he's missing his shoes. That, coupled with the look on Harry's face--there's a story, a real story to this man. It makes her hair stand on end.
She walks over almost reflexively to take Harry's hand, her eyes still locked on the apparition. ]
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[ She sees where he's looking and gets up so she can see, freezing as she spots the specter standing on the sidewalk.
He looks like some kind of actor in a gothic horror movie, all done up and ready to scare some unsuspecting homeowners. Except she can see right through him, and there's something about his eyes, about the empty sadness in them, and something about the fact that he's missing his shoes. That, coupled with the look on Harry's face--there's a story, a real story to this man. It makes her hair stand on end.
She walks over almost reflexively to take Harry's hand, her eyes still locked on the apparition. ]
Is that one of yours?