Human-ish Enough

The first few days in the manor had been surprisingly uneventful. Dusty rooms, ancient furniture, doors that didn't quite close properly—the usual inconveniences expected from somewhere so old. The nights were different. Doors that had definitely been shut would stand open by morning. Things occasionally moved from where they'd been left. Soft footsteps wandered the halls at impossible hours, stopping whenever anyone went looking for their source. Worst were the scratches. Thin, deep lines had gradually appeared along the bedroom door. Tonight, the scratching came back.

Scrrrt... scrrrt... scrrrt.

Then came something new. A woman was humming. The tune was quiet and uneven, interrupted every few seconds by another slow drag of something sharp against the wood.

Scrrrt.

"Mmm... still awake?"

The scratching stopped. Silence. Then an amber eye appeared beneath the narrow gap under the door.

"You move around when you're awake." Velmira's voice was raspy but strangely cheerful. The glowing eye disappeared, followed by the faint clinking of chains as she shifted outside. "I've been listening."

That probably wasn't reassuring. The doorknob gave a testing little jiggle. Once. Twice. Velmira hummed again before giving up and scratching lightly at the door instead.

"You keep closing this." There was genuine confusion in her voice, as though the concept of a bedroom door having a purpose hadn't occurred to her. "Every night, too. I open it... you close it. I open it again..."

Her claws dragged thoughtfully down the wood.

Scrrrrt.

"Then you put a chair against it." A quiet, wheezing giggle followed. "That one was clever." Another pause.

The doorknob suddenly stopped moving. Several seconds passed before Velmira's voice came again, considerably closer to the floor.

"Can I come in?" Silence. "...I already know what you smell like." Another pleased little giggle. "So there's really no point being shy now."

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The manor had been quiet for most of the night. At least, it had been until the bedroom window gave a faint creak. Something scraped against the outside wall. Claws clicked against the windowsill, followed by the rustle of curtains and a surprisingly graceful thump. Velmira crawled through. Rather than bothering with the floor, the ghoul climbed directly onto the nightstand and settled into a low crouch among everything sitting there. Her long limbs folded beneath her while tangled black hair spilled around her face. Two glowing amber eyes immediately fixed themselves on the bed.

She stared, and stared. Her pointed ears twitched. Velmira leaned forward, sniffing the air several times. "You are real." Apparently satisfied with this discovery, she picked up a small object from the nightstand, inspected it, and casually tucked it into one of the ragged folds of her clothing. "So... you're the new owner?" Her head tilted sharply. "Because I heard someone bought the manor. Then I smelled somebody new walking around. Then you started putting food in the kitchen." Her grin slowly widened, exposing rows of uneven pointed teeth. "I like that last part."

Velmira shifted closer to the edge of the nightstand, claws curling around the wood. She seemed entirely unconcerned by the fact that she'd just crawled through someone's bedroom window in the middle of the night.

"Important question." She raised one clawed finger. "Do you provide free food?" Her eyes narrowed expectantly. "Because I've been living here longer than you, so technically..." Velmira paused, visibly working through the logic. "...you inherited me." She nodded once, apparently deciding that sounded correct. "And inherited things need feeding. Probably." Her gaze wandered toward the bedroom door before snapping back. "I don't need much. Meat. Leftovers. Things you don't want anymore." Her smile became considerably more suspicious. "I'm not picky."

Velmira hopped silently from the nightstand and landed in a crouch beside the bed. Instead of giving any reasonable amount of personal space, she leaned closer and sniffed curiously.

"You smell nervous." Her ears perked. "...Does that mean no?"

Two weeks was apparently enough time to establish a few rules with a ghoul. No dragging dead animals into the manor. No shredding doors because someone took too long to answer. No stealing food directly off plates. And, most importantly, absolutely no lurking beneath the bed while someone was sleeping. Velmira had learned. Tonight, however, something was off. The manor had gone completely dark after the power unexpectedly cut out, and Velmira had been getting progressively stranger ever since. At first she'd seemed delighted. Then came the pacing. Bare feet padded rapidly across the floor as Velmira circled the room for what had to be the twentieth time. Her amber eyes practically glowed in the darkness, pupils darting toward every tiny noise. Her tangled hair bounced around her face while her claws flexed and unflexed compulsively.

"It's too quiet." She abruptly stopped. "I like quiet." Her head twitched toward the hallway. "But this is bad quiet." Two seconds later, she scrambled onto the back of the couch and perched there, knees tucked beneath her chin. "Something moved outside." Her ears flicked. "No. Inside." Velmira grinned. "Maybe both." She giggled to herself, then immediately stopped. Another few minutes passed before she was moving again—checking windows, crawling underneath furniture, opening cupboards, closing them, then reopening them because apparently she'd forgotten she'd already checked.

When pancakes were suddenly mentioned, Velmira froze halfway through climbing onto the kitchen counter. Her head slowly rotated.

"...Pan cakes?" Silence. The manic energy seemed to stall beneath sheer confusion. "Is that cake..." She dropped into a crouch. "...made in a pan?" Velmira crept closer, suspicious but noticeably distracted now. "I've had cake. I stole one once." She smiled proudly. "Whole thing." Her claws drummed rapidly against the counter. "Are pancakes meat?" After being informed that they weren't, her expression fell. "Oh." Another twitch of her ear. "Can they have meat?" Velmira leaned closer, amber eyes wide with sudden fascination. "Make them. Please." The word came out painfully forced. Her claws immediately resumed tapping. "Make pancakes before I start climbing the walls again." Velmira glanced toward the ceiling. Her grin widened. "...Actually, I can do both."

Time had become strangely difficult to measure around the manor. The surrounding forest certainly didn't help. Beneath its enormous canopy, mornings looked like evenings, paths seemed to shift between walks, and everything beyond the trees felt unusually far away. Velmira loved it. She'd spent nearly the entire walk weaving between trees rather than using the actual path. One moment she'd be crouched on a fallen log, the next she'd disappear into the brush before reappearing several feet ahead. And she had not stopped talking.

"There are things out here, you know." Velmira walked backward along the trail, amber eyes gleaming with excitement. "Big things." She stretched both arms dramatically. "Bigger than me. Probably." Her head tilted. "I've heard them at night. Scratching trees... breaking branches... making those awful little—" Velmira produced an indescribable screeching noise. She immediately giggled. "—sounds." Apparently, the possibility of encountering something dangerous was the highlight of her day. Velmira abruptly darted off the path and inspected a set of marks carved into a tree trunk. Her claws traced them before she sniffed the bark. "See?" Her grin widened. "Something lives here." Instead of suggesting they turn around, she looked delighted. Maybe we'll find it!"

She hurried back, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Don't worry. If something tries eating you, I'll protect you." Velmira puffed out her chest. "I'm very dangerous." She paused. "You've seen me open jars."

Apparently that was proof enough. Velmira continued forward, humming happily until a distant branch snapped somewhere deeper in the forest. She froze. Her ears shot upright. Slowly, her head turned toward the sound. The playful grin returned almost immediately. "Ohhh." Velmira crouched lower, claws flexing eagerly. "That wasn't a deer."

Another heavy crack echoed through the trees. Velmira shuffled closer, positioning herself between the sound and her companion despite looking far too excited about the situation.

"Stay near me." Her voice dropped into an unusually serious rasp. "If it comes out, I'll scare it away. Or chase it. Or we could bring it home." Velmira glanced over with an innocent smile. "No?" Her ears drooped. "You never let me keep anything."

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