After hearing about the extensive renovating that had gone in the house, Pat started looking at the place more intently. It was already an odd duck, sandwiched between apartment buildings that way it was, and now to hear that it had a history of some wild residents? He wanted to know more about that commune era, but grilling the landlord just for curiosity's sake didn't seem like a good move. Plus, they wanted less scrutiny on their end so that started with not being too nosy themselves, if the other two weren't going to interrogate then neither was he.
The topic of the sealed windows broke his silence.
"Sealed windows? Don't suppose there's any record of suicides here?" He took a look out the window, the drop not looking bad to him but he also had a few inches on pretty much everybody and he knew how to land. What if there were ghosts? He'd met a lot of different supernaturals in Seattle over the years, but ghosts didn't exactly tend to travel alongside being pretty rare, and for the most part he was okay with that. His sister had met one once, and said the smell was the most unnerving part, couldn't even put a finger on what the smell was exactly, for all the help that had been.
The topic of the sealed windows broke his silence.
"Sealed windows? Don't suppose there's any record of suicides here?" He took a look out the window, the drop not looking bad to him but he also had a few inches on pretty much everybody and he knew how to land. What if there were ghosts? He'd met a lot of different supernaturals in Seattle over the years, but ghosts didn't exactly tend to travel alongside being pretty rare, and for the most part he was okay with that. His sister had met one once, and said the smell was the most unnerving part, couldn't even put a finger on what the smell was exactly, for all the help that had been.