Connor sighed, leaning against the stable door. Shaking his head, knowing she was wasting her time. Still, he wasn't going to leave. 

The boy seemed confused and then shook his head, becoming restless, and agitated. "no, no, no" He moaned, shaking his head vigorously

Connor was about to step in, and banish the ghost with iron, and the boy shrieked. Connor winced, throwing his hands up over his ears. "Urgh" 

The ghost yelled, and soon calmed down. "I don't play games anymore" He said, shaking his head still, "Not for years and years and years" his voice sounded sad, but Connor growled. 

"You seem to be fine playing games with peoples stuff" He said bitterly. 

The ghost ignored him. "My turn then. You are...not...alive and yet you are?" this seemed to confuse the boy.