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Reaper followed the group to give the teddy bear to the child dragon, staying off to the side as the actor said their lines. The Haunted House was fun and all, not necessarily scary, but it was definitely entertaining. His brother wouldn’t be amused, but that wasn’t here or there; he would just pass the word and that would be that. The Pegacorn could tell things were winding down, so he listened intently and waited for any prompt to head to the exit that they clearly unlocked. Then it happened. The first ghost to be seen in this so called Haunted House. It was odd that they waited until the end though. Still quiet, he watched the apparition pony seem to manifest in front of the door located in the back of the basement; curious of how the circus was making them look transparent. This was a very good ‘actor’, speaking of using their living hooves and such. They did such an excellent job, it got a lot of the other ponies in the group to freak out; even another pony fainted. It was seeing that one curious pony decide to try and touch this specter that gave him the first thought that something was a miss. His brows rose in surprise, but remained where he was as the pony moved closer to the group. Did they just go right through them? Was this an actual ghost?! Nah… couldn’t be. Well, the best way to find out was to ask, right? Unfortunately, just before he could get a single word out, the trap door is opened and they are all told to leave. Reaper was reluctant at first, remaining behind while the others ran out of the exit; eyes locked on the seeming spirit from another plane. Nearly the last one still in the room, the Pegacorn finally turns and heads out of the house with the others when the circus crew demanded firmly that he got out; but not before taking one last glance to Alastor and the ghost that he was standing with.
Finally outside, Reaper just stood in front of the building. There was a bit of shock, but mostly he felt confused. About as confused as the other ponies who had waited in that excruciatingly long line for the Haunted house when they were told that it was closed for an undetermined time. The Pegacorn really wished he was able to say something to the see through pony while he was in there. For the longest, in his career, he would wonder if there was an afterlife… or even just spirits after one passed. He inwardly kicked himself for not being able to get an official answer to this. At the same time, could he have really been able to simply ask a question like that. Besides, something else wasn’t sitting right with him. What did they mean when they said they were trapped? Was the circus just built in an unfortunate location… like the stories he has heard of those who decided to build anything on a sacred burial ground? Or, did the circus have a sinister background and were up to something? His thoughts were interrupted by one of the circus patrons who had waited in line for the attraction coming up to ask him if he had come out of the haunted house and if he knew what was going on. Reaper frowned a bit, looking at them while he tried to process his thoughts, on top of formulate an answer. Would they even believe him if he outright told them that a ghost appeared in the attraction? After a few minutes of silence, he spoke to them. ”… It seems that they’re having technical difficulties. They weren’t really specific as to what it was, but apparently it was important enough to garner to close the house for awhile to make sure it is fixed.” With a shrug, he turns to walk away from the house.
