Trixie followed him with a huff, fiddling with her fingers. "I know! Who doesn't get scared of random TV static or the windows flying open by themselves?" She muttered angrily, glancing at him for the suggestion. "Yeah, why not?" She nodded, leading the way toward the room lightly.

"Exactly" Matt sighed starting off towards the room. As they got there, he observed the goings on in the room, frowning. For a second, neither the woman or child seemed to be there until they both emerged from a room clearly neither him nor Trixie knew was there. It seemed to be a set of three stairs, leading to possibly a washroom. He raised his eyebrows and turned to Trixie, shrugging. He opened his mouth to speak, though stopped at the taska loading over her head. "They're..here" he said slowly, scanning them with his eyes. "Approach an inanimate object and shove it towards someone" he read, his brow furrowing. "Right" he added, throgh a long sigh.

Trixie read his task with an equal amount of dislike. "Throw an inanimate object toward someone, for you." She huffed, looking at the two quietly. "It doesn't have to touch them, right? It just has to be moved- towards them." She nodded faintly.

"Thrilling" Matt mumbled as she read ot his task, fiddling with his shirt. He shrugged at Trixie's question, rubbing down dirt on his clothes like it woud be able to come off. "I'm going to assume based on mine, no. But you can always try, and see" he said. His heart was beating a lot faster, and slight nerves built up. He obviously never wanted to just hurt people who in no way deserved it, but nor did he want to dissolve away just because he was slightly scared. He swiped the first thing he could find- which turned out to be a phone- and lobbed it, harder than he vowed to. His gaze followed the object as it hit the woman, hard in the face. She looked stunned for a second then tripped back, down the three stairs they had just come up from. Matt bit his lip and promptly looked away, staring at Trixie. "Well then" he sighed.

Trixie fiddled with her fingers in the corner of the room, watching him anxiously. "Right." She muttered. She winced slightly as the woman git hit- then tripped. "She's not hurt. Just stunned." She huffed, walking to a chair she could shove easily across the floor. The boy was standing, looking at his mother because she had fallen. Trixie gave the chair a rough shove with both arms, watching as it him the boy in the knees and forced him to fall forward on it.

i was thinking, they could have some sort of attatchment to the woman and child? not as in relationship wise obviously, soe sort of ghost attatchment to them where they HAVE to follow them wherever they go? it could end in murder if you wanna let it go that far)

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Matt watched the two both get up after the rather violent pushes, and stepped back as if he was about to get hit. Obviously, the woman walked straight past, or rather through, him to the bathroom, carrying a now screaming child. "As long as thats all we have to do" he mumbled, sitting on the bed. He looked up at Trixie, his heart still racing slightly, though he felt a little calmer as he flashed a smile in her direction.

That all sounds good to me if you know how to make it work :) ))

"God, I hope so." She murmured, walking to sit beside him and absentmindedly resting her head against his shoulder. letting out a sigh. She returned the halfhearted smile, lifting her head. "We're gonna be alright. I know it." She said quietly, staring at her hands.

i can try- i dont know about or believe very much in ghosts so its proving tricky)

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Matt tilted his head, looking down following her gaze to her hands "Are you aright?" he asked softly, grateful ffor the crying nise to be shut out by the now closed bathroom door. Out the corner of his eye, Matt caught writing above her head, and it hovering over his. "you're developing an attatchment to the woman and child. from now on your tasks will revolve around them." h read out, frowning. "what on earth does that mean." he mumbled.

Same here, I wont judge you))

"No. I want to go home. I don't know where home is, but it's better than this. I want this to be over with." Trixie sighed, rubbing at her eyes and shaking her head. She glanced up at him as he spoke. "Oh, great. More vague and cryptic shit." She muttered.

loll likewise)

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Matt watched as Trixie spoke, staring down at his own hands, feeling a wave of slight sadness. "I get it." he spoke quietly, unable to push down the strange guilty feeling that had erupted all of a sudden. What did he have to feel guilty about? He didnt land her here? He let out a slow exhale, nodding as a response to her second comment. "You'll be fine. We'll be fine. It cant get much worse than this right?" He asked, doing his best to comfort her. "Do you..I dunno. Do yu get the feeling sometimes that we know each other?" He asked, rather nervously.