Arthur sensed someone coming close. He felt people coming closer. Someone was trying to take over HIS castle. Take over what was rightful inheritence. This was HIS castle. And he would chase this one off. Like he had done all of the others. He would NOT be chased away. And he was NOT passing on. Not because he couldn't...no it was because he refused to do so. This was his home first. Before ANY of the living decided to take over it.<br/><br/>And he felt this one wasn't going to be easy to do. And he watchees her approach his home. Following her with an icy gaze. The centuries have passed by and it had not been easy life over that period of time. In fact his prescence had been attempted to be exorsized, moved on, and various other techniques. And there had been a few...rougher poltergeist acts to...encourage...them to leave.<br/><br/>He watches the beautiful woman enter his home. He would chase her off. He scowls and walks towards the entrance. No sooner had she entered his castle then the grand entrance doors slammed shut and would not open. He sends orders to the ghosts who'd lived here much longer to make ghostly sounds, bangs, and flickering lights. Enhancing the effect he caused by fading in and out of view.<br/><br/>He heads towards her. He was different from all the other ghosts. None of the others...had the extreme spiritual strength. And thus while it took quite a bit of spiritual energy...he could make a semi-solid to solidish form. And he would do so if it didn't work. He wanted her gone. And he was also different in he could actually speak.<br/><br/>That was more draining than solidifying but so much funner. And he could lift things in semi-solid to solid form. And could do normal ghost things like writing in the dust on the mirrors. "Go....away..." his ghostly and icy voice demands. "My...home...go...away." he repeats. He was flickering in and out of view. "If...refuse...stay...out...my...room." he says. His tone rigid and icy towards her.