Chapter 21: The Ghost In Charge
Mikel's face twitched.
Of all the things he expected, a floating cartoon-eyed bedsheet wasn't one of them.
The "Headmaster" drifted sideways across the room like a blanket caught in a breeze. He wore a sleeping mask printed with cartoon eyes—one open, one winking—where his real ones might've been. Mikel glanced down, half-expecting feet.
Nothing.
"Welcome, welcome!" the blanket ghost, apparently the headmaster, circled Mikel. His voice was youthful, almost like a child was speaking through him.
The ghost floated toward Danika and Amon, who stood just a few steps away.
"Dada! Monmon! What do you prefer?" he beamed. "The usual?"
Monmon?
Mikel scrunched up his nose, eyeing Amon, who didn't seem the pet-name type.
"Headmaster, you don't have to bother," said Amon in his usual flat baritone—still polite, though.
The ghost giggled and drifted back toward Mikel. As he did, a chair scraped loudly across the floor and bumped into Mikel's legs, forcing him to sit.