Another flicker. Another jump and a slight stumble from the very skittish Roddy. And then the ghost appeared again, this time staying a bit longer. It drew his attention to the stain, the stain whose smell had likely faded quite a bit since the blood had first been spilt, but as he sniffed again he caught a faint whiff of what it was.

"Is that where you..." He trailed off, not knowing if he should continue. Were ghosts aware of being dead? Were they violent? Roddy really didn't know. The ghost also seemed to be making some kind of face, but he couldn't quite make out the details.