Upon the night's return, Bucky waited patiently in his room for a ghost to appear. He assumed he could convince one of them to deliver the message to all the others – it would be far more convenient that way. It wasn't long before the temperature dropped drastically and he could see his breath appear and fade inches from his face. He shifted in anticipation while he waited when worry suddenly struck him.
How exactly did one speak to the dead?
Was there a formal way of addressing them? Bucky was obviously going to be polite, but he wondered if there was a protocol he didn't know of that was necessary.
A ghost then appeared before him. It was a man this time, dressed as though he emerged from the 40s with a few limbs and other pieces missing.
"Hello, sir…?" He tried awkwardly. Bucky also noticed his voice was a bit weak and gruff from being unused. "Would you…mind stopping? Your actions are…troublesome."
The man began to twitch just like the woman had. His face flickered in degrees of visibility as he began to moan, groan and whimper. Then he screamed and disappeared. Bucky would have to try again tomorrow.