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Ghost of you
Klaus was used to seeing people. Well people was putting it very kindly, he was used to seeing mutilated corpses. Not that all of them looked mutilated, sometimes they were hardly recognizable as ghosts. Day in and out, there was at least one ghost around, at least when he was sober.
Usually that was Ben, but sometimes other ones liked to make themselves known. Ever since Ben died and Klaus ran away from home, it was hard to distinguish between real people and ghosts. Klaus had sometimes found himself trying to talk to a ghost, only realizing it was a ghost when he was unable to touch them.
Once while on his quest for any kind of drug to quiet down the screeching hag that had been following him for two days straight, he tried to make a deal with a dead dealer. He had been so desperate in his search, he cried when his money fell through the spirits hands and into the floor. Only then did he see the stab marks on the man’s torso.
After that happening a few times, he avoided meeting new people.
He was used to ignoring the ghosts, trying to keep them subdued through any kind of substance he could find. He never really liked the very hard drugs, though they worked for longer periods of time, though the withdrawals were a bitch. Still it was much better than the alternative.
It was during those rare moments of sobriety, the ones when he ran out of money or didn’t feel like going into a club to get some free drinks, Klaus experienced true fear.
Five times in his life he first felt fear when coming face to face with his siblings, once it was a great relief.