#captain and julian watching golfers out on the green

[grinchwrapsupreme]

book runs based on tv shows are usually mediocre at best, like star trek, torchwood, doctor who, etc etc, but i would give anything to get a book run of the BBC Ghosts hotel i need to know what shenanigans those guys get up to in there

[idiotwithanipad]

This may or may not be a shameless self-insert / new OC🙂‍↕️

She looks exactly like me but her personality is way off from mine😂And my name isn't Amy so there's that👍🏻

When I said I wanted to haunt Button House, I meant it🥹

I'm diabolical...

The Sun was out, the sky was blue, and the grounds were bustling with people frolicking about the green meadows. The ghosts made themselves busy by joining in the fun, watching the people playing golf, pretending that it was themselves who sipped casually on glasses of ice cold lemonade.

Julian stood beside each golfer and pretended that it was he who made the swing. The Captain analyzed each swing and it's accuracy, giving compliments to each hole-in-one scored. Fanny and Kitty basked in the sunshine and reminisced on the taste of lemon water and fresh fruit. Pat kept an imaginary score board and cheered each time someone even came close to getting a hole. Thomas stood idly beside the scout leader, shielding his eyes from the sun as each ball flew by.

A woman and a strangely dressed younger woman stood on the warm grass talking, nobody seemed to pay attention to them or their conversation, but a certain fur-clad someone lurked beside the younger woman, admiring the stars on her thick hoodie and trying to catch the sun raises reflecting off of her spiked choker.

Soon, the younger woman excused herself and turned on her thick heeled boot, heading back towards the house.

"Eh, typical. The youths nowadays don't appreciate a game of golf, do they, pat? Y'know, can't do a single thing without their smartphones". Julian scoffed, brushing off his cuffs and returning his attention to the next golfer. Pat watched as the woman disappeared back inside the house, shaking his head slightly; it baffled him how someone could want to skip out on such a beautiful day.

The woman passed reception and headed upstairs to one of the rooms, unlocking the door and heading inside. Her bag rested against the headboard of the bed, she sat down on the edge and reached inside for an item she'd been craving all day. She brought out a semi-cold can off Monster and cracked it open, the sweet scent making her dry mouth water.

"Ay, where you go?" Robin muttered, he took his eyes off the girl for only a moment to watch Julian 'swing', he could've swore he heard no footsteps or gravel crunching under her boots; they should've DEFINITELY made a sound with how big they were.

Curiosity tugged at his brain as he seemed to be puppeteered back to the house, sniffing around and looking left and right. Nobody saw him, but he was more than used to that, but as his eyes scanned the empty reception area, a violent coughing came from upstairs. Choking.

"Ooh..." Robin's eyes widened and his knees almost began to quake as he started up the stairs towards the noise. It got louder and louder and more severe as he went, followed by a startling 'thud'. He picked up his pace and began to smell a sweet, sickly stench coming from a door up ahead down the corridor.

The eerie silence which followed made him curious as he waited a few seconds before entering the room. He passed his head through the wooden door and looked around, his eyes almost immediately landing on the floor. Or at least, to the young woman from earlier lying on the floor, the sweet scented liquid spilled out onto the floor.

"AY! She dead!" Robin bounded back outside onto the lawns, his eyes bulging and his jaw slack. Everyone else turned to face him in confusion.

"What? Who's dead?" Fanny questioned, her stiff arm bobbing back and forth at her side as she turned to face the crazed caveman.

"Girl with big stompy boot! She-..." Robin held his hand up to his mouth, his pinkie stuck out as though he were holding a wine glass.

"Glug glug glug, crrck! -" His free hand came up to thump against his chest and his eyes rolled back. A supposed pantomime of someone dying.

The ghosts eyed each other, unable to hide the puzzled looks on their faces.

"... Come again" Pat chimed, clasping his hands together and bouncing up and down on his heels.

Robin groaned in exasperation and focus solely on Pat.

"Look, big stompy boot girl drink, have big cough, then dead. She upstair. Come!" Without waiting, Robin spun around and ran back towards the house, beckoning them as he went.

Suddenly full of curiosity, the rest of the group followed suit and remained silent.

"See? TOLD YOU!" Robin pointed. The girl stood in the corner or the room, staring down at her own body still lying dead on the wooden floor, the now empty Monster can free of her hand and crumpled slightly beside her. The rest of the ghosts gasped and gawked at the stranger. Her eyes, under their coat of eyeshadow and eyeliner bulged in horror.

"Oh, well, hello, pet. Welcome to Button House, my names Pat Butcher. Um, sounds a little awkard when you say out out loud, really, but you're a ghost now. Nothing to be frightened of" Pat beamed, seemingly forgetting about the arrow speared through his neck.

The girl's eyes kept darting between Pat and the bed, or better yet, what was under it.

"Uh, can someone- down 'ere.."A voice chimed. Thomas got down onto his knees and peered under the bed, spotting Humphrey's head resting on the polished floorboards.

"Oh no, not you, anyone but you-" Humphrey's pleads were cut short by Thomas grasping his head in his hands and pulling him up from under the bed, securing him into the crook of his arm. The girl's jaw hung loose as she stared at the decapitated head now facing her.

"Ah, there you are, uh, hello, my names Humphrey. I'm- just a head at the moment but my body should be somewhere around here" Humphrey mused; it'd been so long since he'd felt the fear of first becoming a ghost and reacting to the uncomfortable new fate.

The girl couldn't muster any words, except gawking and gasping at the unknown strangers stood before her, each one inching closer by the second.

"What are those beastly things clamped over her ears?" Fanny blurted, her eyes scanning the strangely dressed girl.

"Oh, I'm not sure, but she looks scared, Fanny. Let's not pry just yet". Pat suggested, looking back at the elder woman with an awkward grimace.

"Well anyway, she can be my friend, she can stay in my room. Can't you, new girl?" Kitty beamed, giggling and clapping her hands.

"Now now, Kitty, let's not get ahead of ourselves. The poor thing's scared to death, probably confused also, she just needs some guidance" The Captain asserted, ignoring his poorly timed pun, tucking his stick beneath his arm and pressing his heels together.

Robin lifted a finger and leaned forward.

"Uh, me find first" The caveman added proudly.

"Uh, actually, Robin, I've been under that bed for a week now, so technically I found her first" Humphrey bragged.

"You see her die from under there?" Robin pried.

"Well, no actually, I just saw her shoes. Or boots, rather. The size of those things-" Humphrey muttered, his forehead creasing at the mere memory of the giant stompers.

"I didn't see her fall to the floor, too far off to the side for me to see, so"

"HA! I hear her do big cough from all way downstair!" Robin blurted. The captain and Pat could tell the situation was becoming tense between Robin and Humphrey, as they watched the girl shuffle further into the corner, her knees gliding through a chair which was situated against the wall. She stared down at it in horror and leapt out of the way.

"Yeah, don't worry, Poppet, you get used to that" Humphrey smiled.