Stephen whispered to the winds as she entered the building. A whoosh of air and the entire castle was pristine and clean. Only some damages and broken lights. Overall it looked well kept. For it was perfectly kept by the denizens of the castle. Glowing wisps of lights began to float around and light up the castle. As the faint lightings came so did the ghostly figures of castle staff. They moved around and began cleaning. Following their daily ritual. In one room a ghostly maid was tucking in the sheets and fluffing up the pillows. In another room there was a butler who was putting away papers though most kept falling through his fingers. In the ballroom ghostly couples of Stephen's ancestors danced to a haunting melody played by the ghostly pianist in the corner of the room. Nobody there but the keys were moving nonetheless. In the halls ghost children ran up and down them. Laughter filling the airs.<br/><br/>The peacefulness all came to a close though everyone stopped when Stephen's voice was heard. It echoed all around. "GET OUT! THE LIVING IS NOT WANTED HERE!" The anger filled voice booming throughout the halls. A few doors slammed shut as the power of his anger slammed doors. She was pushed back by unseen forces into the entrance hall of the area. "Fleshbags aren't welcome...here." Says the angered voice of the prince of the castle. The peacefulness comes back soon after but the chilling air and slight tension was still there. Walking down the steps was an image of a man bearing a sword upon his back. It was just a faintly outlined figure. "Get out of my castle fleshie. Your presence is unwelcome." His voice ghostly but unlike most ghosts it was merely just there. He was the strongest damn ghost ever. He shoved the air in front of her forcing it to push her back lightly. "OUT! GET OUT!" He yells. The clear anger in his voice evident.