While decorating the haunted house for this year's Halloween party, Shura kept telling himself that he didn't really believe in ghosts. Well, he maybe believed in one ghost. One single sort of ghost that was currently perched up on a ladder, hanging decorations from the ceiling while dressed up as a pirate. A sexy pirate. But then, any costume that you couldn't close at the chest forcefully became a sexy costume.
A door closed on it's own while Shura tried to grab it, and he cursed his luck. He cursed his luck, his fathe, and every single god he could think of except Athena.
"Fucking hell," he muttered, reaching for the handle, but it wouldn't open. He tried again and it came open so easily, he almost banged himself in the face with the door.
"Is something the matter?" asked Aioros, stepping down from the ladder.
"Nothing. Just, this damn door."
Another door slammed closed on its own near the foyer.
"It's the ghosts," said Death Mask, waving his hands up in the air, as if swatting at something.
"You stop that," said Aphrodite, carrying a tray of cookies into the living room.
"No, he's right," said Aioros. "It's the ghosts in this house. They don't like that we're making a party at their house."
Aphrodite left the cookies at the table and grabbed a Ouija board hanging around as decoration. He shoved it into Aioros' hands, then grabbed him and Death Mask and led them towards one of the hallways leading to the kitchen.
"Well, in that case you professionals in the occult send those ghosts a nice message and explain that I spent way too long planning this party for them to ruin it, ok?" he said, and shoved them into an empty room.
Aioria peeked his head out of the kitchen. "What happened?"
"Death Mask and your brother are going to try and calm down the ghosts in this place. Come keep an eye on them," said Aphrodite, walking away, his heels clacking on the wooden floors.
Aioria swore and went to see what it was all about.