14AmyChan: found this hiding on my tablet. I don't own Ghost Hunt!
Even throughout adolescence, he was never without noise. Constant chatter always blazed about him. From the excited chatter of fellow orphans in the care system to the more than amused ramblings of his twin brother, not once had Oliver known the wonders of true silence.
It was an idea he found enticing. A space in time that could be dedicated to anything he wished. He could hone his thoughts to draft new hypotheses on PK. He could study parapsychology and gather a touch more of an edge over his competitors. Silence could afford him enough time to unravel many mysteries that still intrigued him. Solitude could cast him a chance to do more productive activities to advance his field.
For sixteen years of Oliver's young life, he had dreamed of silence. Quietly envisioned the one day he would be without the constant chatter that permeated his brain from the inside out, just long enough to do something of true value.
One day, his wish would be granted. Fifteen minutes of glorious silence. No chatter from his brother-now halfway across the globe. No one telling him to hurry up or asking him his *brilliant* opinion for his doctorate. Just complete and utter silence.
Now? Oh, how he wished the silence in his mind would disappear.