Jacob nods, that is something both of their worlds share.
"Same where I'm from. These ghoststhey will somehow scare people to death, or shred them to pieces. They're either getting revenge on someone who wronged the. Or just killing for killing's sake. Or that's how the stories go."
"The last one I was investigating for the Ghost Club I told you about? He was called Spring-Heeled Jack, and he tore people up, then bounded away faster than any man could keep up with. Apart from me." That's said with no small amount of pride. Then Jacob's expression droops. "But I didn't actually get my hands on the bugger. He got away, in the end."
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"Same where I'm from. These ghoststhey will somehow scare people to death, or shred them to pieces. They're either getting revenge on someone who wronged the. Or just killing for killing's sake. Or that's how the stories go."
"The last one I was investigating for the Ghost Club I told you about? He was called Spring-Heeled Jack, and he tore people up, then bounded away faster than any man could keep up with. Apart from me." That's said with no small amount of pride. Then Jacob's expression droops. "But I didn't actually get my hands on the bugger. He got away, in the end."