“Oooooh!” he moaned as loudly as he could. “Ooooooooh!” He paced up and down the hall of the bottom floor, a little perturbed that he couldn’t seem to stomp his feet no matter how hard he tried. He banged his hands on the walls, but he kept almost falling through. Which is why he found himself bellowing out every ghost noise he’d ever heard in horror movies. He was disappointed he had no chains to clank. “I’m deaaaad. Deaaaaaaaad! Woe is meeee.” “Would you shut up!” Mei shouted from her room. “Make me!” he bellowed back, and then redoubled his efforts.
Wallace gives me Otto vibes from A man called Ove, but the fantasy-ghost version of the grumpy old man
