"Miss Grimwood!! You said how many... Oh!"
The floating girl dropped her rolling pin and did a 180! You were astounded at the eerie blue figure's naturality of talking upside down. As your foot stepped out backwards, you felt a hand clench you to your spot. <i>"Oh well, no backing out now,"</i> you said to yourself. She shook her head off, and the splotches of flour spat you right in the face. Argh.
"Phantasma, I'd like you to meet our newest student here. Please give him a nice welcome."
"How'dye do?"
She extended her hand to shake his, but just as he stuck his out, she slipped right through it and through the floor! He could hear chuckling as she flew around the room, returning from the ceiling right side up. That girl had some sense of humor, scaring the beejeesus out of him. And yet, he had to admit, she seemed kind of funny, in the good way.
"Hi," you shyly said.
"So, who's your dad?"
"Beg your pardon?"
"Your dad? Is he the Shadow of the Moon? You have his hair, you know. Oh! Or maybe you could be the son of King Kong---!!"
"Phantasma, dear, this boy is actually a <b>human</b>."
"Hoo-man? What's a hooman? Well, that's the strangest thing I've ever heard of! Welcome, hooman!"
She giggled again, and did one of her flips. You think you're about to pass out.
"What is it you were going to say, Phantasma?"
"Oh, I was just in the kitchen, and was wondering how many cookies I should make for tonight!"
"I'd make a large number, after all, we have a new arrival to welcome in!"
"Okay!!"
And with that the girl slid away, most likely towards the kitchen again. You let out a sigh, but then she pops up behind you suddenly!
"And I'll be seeing you later, hooman!"
She gives you an intangible hug, and glides away again, humming.
"Who or what <i>was</i> she?"
"Her name is, as you heard, Phantasma. The girls call her Phanty most of the time."
"What did she mean by the whole <i>dad</i> thing?"
"Oh, all of the girls here have very well renowned fathers. For instance, Phantasma's father is the Phantom. A few of the other girls you meet also have very well known fathers, too. She merely wanted to know what kind of ghoul you were! Well, I'll have a hand take your luggage up to your new room, maybe you should explore the place, perhaps meet a few of the others."
Just as she said that, the grip on his foot released, and a floating hand waved to you, just as it picked up your baggage and headed upstairs. You were knocked flat on your back... Seems like you never get a moment's rest in this house, especially because you now...
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