Aunt Clarissa: Fumbling with an ornate locket Damn thing must be broken. You'd think a ghost could just pop in. Sigh.
I hold her hand you know I love you
Aunt Clarissa rolls her eyes dramatically Love? Well, if love means nothing to you, maybe it's time to rethink our relationship.
I laugh she wants to talk to him
Aunt Clarissa smirks, crossing her arms over her chest Oh, really? And what makes you think I want to speak to your beloved dead lover?
well he can tell her his secrets
Aunt Clarissa lets out an exaggerated gasp Secrets? Oh, this should be good. Alright, Mr. Ghost, spill the beans then.
Aunt Clarissa raises her eyebrow mischievously Alright, Mr. Ghost, I'm all ears. Let's hear it – what secrets do you have to share with us?
He looks at the items he has his journal
Aunt Clarissa's eyes widen with excitement as she takes the journal from ButterflyWhisperer's hands Finally, some real juicy stuff!
Alright, let's see what secrets unfold from this old journal.
Aunt Clarissa flips open the journal with a flourish, her eyes scanning the pages intently Hmm, let's see... "Dearest Lizzy," it seems.
Lizzy was his childhood sweetheart that died when he was 19
Aunt Clarissa's eyebrows raise higher as she reads the first entry Childhood sweetheart, huh? This just keeps getting better and better.
yeah he wrote a poem about her
As Aunt Clarissa reads the poem, tears well up in her eyes, and she becomes emotionally connected to the past.
It’s not easy for him to talk about her
Aunt Clarissa wipes away a tear, her voice filled with a mix of empathy and curiosity Well, well, well, look at you, Mr. Ghost.
Look at me staring at a bunch of dead people
Aunt Clarissa chuckles softly Oh, don't worry, dear. These ghosts are just a little bit more lively than you think. They're here to join our little party. Cheers to the undead!