Stephen hissed in impatience. "YOUR IN A DAMN HAUNTED CASTLE!!! NOTHING IS NORMAL!" he snapped. God she was irritating! She wouldn't even leave. What the hell was so hard to understand about get out? "Oh NOW you finally see me! Took you a long fucking time." he said. Looking at her. "Get your damn equipment out. I'll seal the windows shut next. Just like I did the front doors." He said smartassedly. "No you moron! I'm not live at all! I'm a real<span style="font-style: italic">DEAD</span>ghost. There is a deference dumbass!" He said angrily. "This ENTIRE castle has ghosts from long before I was even dead." He says in a huff. "And I won't let you banish century old ghosts just because your the living and think you can take over our home. Over MY birthright!" He snapped. He was caught offguard though that she was talking to him. "I'm Prince Stephen Matarnixo." He says. Matarnixo was the name of the royal family who originally owned the castle. "I was the heir to the throne even though my twin brothers were older than me. Other than that I can't fucking remember! I. AM. DEAD!" He says. Sounding out the last three words of his statement. "I don't even know how the hell I came to be a ghost...." he says. Now sounding sad.