Thread:Enddayss/@comment-43788761-20191015010736/@comment-43788761-20191015092918

I flex my paws and stare up at the main gate to the hulking institution, or rather to the wide yard surrounding the structure. It's set into hefty stone fencing taller than even myself, and stained and rusted with age.

It's time to put these rumors to rest. If I can prove to everyone there are no haints here, no spirits, no ghosts... Well, they'll think I'm a hero, for one. Maybe the cubs will be able to sleep through the night again.

Maybe I'll be able to sleep through the night again.

I square my shoulders. If there's something in there, it'll be scared of me, not the other way around. Ghosts... Ghosts aren't real.

I step towards the gate, shaking off the prickle of unease under the fur on the back of my neck. I place one paw against the gate and give it a push.