Mason was more than serious about believing in ghosts. There was no way that there weren’t ghosts in the world. Of course he’s heard that Dalton’s haunted, but that was also because he was always very easily scared by things. When Blaine came up behind him, Mason turned around and raised an eyebrow at the fellow Warbler. Chicken? Mason McCarthy was not a chicken, but he also was very terrified of pissing off ghosts, so they definitely were running into an issue there.
“Why you and I specifically?” Mason inquired before nodding at Blaine’s suggestion of a camping trip. It was going to be far too creepy and not at all fun, but he never backed down from proving he wasn’t anything but fearless. “Then again, it’s probably because they think we’re the only ones who honestly could handle it.”
In retrospect, Mason pretty much figured that fact also had to be true. Hesitating, the brunet finally just nodded at the whole idea. “Fine, but if we’re possessed by the end of the night, we’re going after the upperclassmen.” Childish, sure, but Mason was also very terrified that it was true. Ghosts weren’t a force to be reckoned with. As the taller male motioned to the hallway, he looked over at Blaine so that he could follow him to the storage rooms. “So.. between you and me– do you think it’s haunted?”
“I think you’re right. The last thing the Warblers need is two members running out in the middle of the night with the cackling of some jerkish upperclassmen chasing their backs. You and me? WE GOT THIS.”
Blaine hadn’t the slightest clue if he believed in ghosts or not. Okay. A part of him certainly did. There had to be more to life than just the physical sense of where they are while they’re living and breathing. To think that energy just fizzles out and they become nothing was too morbid of an ending to think of. Maybe another, more hopeful and romantic side of him, wanted to believe reincarnation was what waited for them on the other side. Could be.. No. Definitely. There could be both. People who were ready to move on and learn again. Or people too lost to want to let go. That had to be it.
And since Dalton was beloved by anyone who walked it’s halls, it would be easy enough to assume that there might be ghosts lurking here and there. Why not the orchestra storage? At least they could find some peace and quiet away from the living there if they wanted to. What a fantastic time to have a spiritual discovery! On the ebb of a night spent inside the very rooms he just deemed a ghost retreat!
“Fair enough,” he chuckled up at the slender boy as they solidified their resolve to stick it out and go through with the plan. “They’d deserve it.” The question caught him off guard and he bit his lip before it dropped open for a breath or two. “Do you? I..uh.. Yeah,” he whispered like he was afraid someone might hear. Both brows jerked up as he glanced around and leaned in closer. “Between you and me? Even if it isn’t? I think we should make them think it is.. ,” here came that cat-that-ate-the-canary grin, “And we got a whole night to make up a story that’ll make them sleep with the lights on for the rest of the year.” On that note? “You..um..think we should go get our things ready and settle in before it gets dark?”
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