"Oh, fuck off," Freddie says then, mouth breaking into a smile to hide any sort of sliver of actual fear that Noah might not be joking. He has his foot on Noah's chest again, pushing at him playfully as he stays resting against the arm of the couch and he's pointedly ignoring any sort of chill that might be slipping over his skin.

Months ago, this would have been easy enough to laugh away. He'd just say he doesn't believe in ghosts and that'd be the end of it.

But now he's actually met and fucked one so that's gone out the window. To say the least.