If someone were to ask me if I believed in ghosts, I'd answer with a resound yes. Not the sort that hide in closets or under beds (that sounds more like the work of a pesky house demon or fairy), but honest-to-goodness spirits
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[Raphael is running a makeshift broom over the kitchen floor. He's wearing a button-down blue shirt and khakis-- an outfit that Melody made him wear. He holds the communicator up and smiles.] Mr. Saburo, about those snowmen you made
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The snow is nice. The Mistress has had me play in it for a long time, now. It isn't so bad once you get used to it, though I feel like my toes will fall off
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[He sounds incredibly panicked, and there's the sound of cracking and rattling all around him.]
I... I can barely stand up!! There was a crash above, I... I think it's starting to subside, but... There are cracks in the walls and... I think it'd be safer to leave the building. Is everyone all right?!