Nobody here but us dust bunnies

<div align=center> Almost nineteen years old and he still got lost around campus. Especially when he was half asleep and had no idea where he was really going. William Beckett was altogether quite prone to falling asleep, frankly, more or less anywhere. Having found an empty room and crawled underneath a table to nap, he now found himself completely disorientated and wondering how he got in here in the first place. Gabe would know what to do. Gabe always knew what to do. He was often telling William how much cleverer he was than him, but thinking about it, that wasn't true at all.

Sure, William was book smart, but he didn't have even a little bit of common sense, he was childish and naive and now he was feeling horribly lost in a building he'd spent nearly a year in. It made him realize that he very much relied on his own routine to help guide him around, and perhaps he should never have bothered to crawl out of Gabriel's bed this morning. Purring softly at the thought of a nice, warm duvet to wrap himself up in, Bill distracted himself yet again and suddenly found himself in a different area altogether. His mouth slowly twisted into a small, disapproving little frown. I should have left a trail of crumbs.

Scratching idly at the back of his head, something else snatched up the teen's attention, something like a whisper that made him turn his head and the hair on the back of his neck stand up. I thought I was alone. Pausing, and straining to listen for any kind of sound that suggested human life, William was confused. Nothing. There was no one else here. Was this place haunted? He really hoped not, he didn't really like the thought of running headfirst into an angry ghost. Cautiously this time, he carried on down the hallway. Doe-like eyes flicking back and forth, warily scanning his environment like a frightened rabbit.

If there was a ghost, hopefully he would be able to spot it and run away before it was too late. What does a ghost look like? He didn't know. Regular humans he supposed, just... Transparent. Head darting up again, Bill knew something was here this time. He could feel a presence in his mind, though it wasn't a familar one. Pausing outside a room, William decided to bite the bullet and be brave. It had to be a person, right? The presence felt too strong to be any kind of ghost. "Hello? Is anyone..." Stopping as he shuffled a short ways into the room, Bill found it... Completely empty. "Oh."</div>

<div align=center>All of a sudden William felt incredibly overwhelmed, what was going on? He was being yelled at from somewhere. Turning back into the room, his brow furrowed. But it's empty?

Having not noticed the cardboard cut out stood in the empty room, he started as it caught his eye, and let out a little eek! as he came into his view, shoulders tensing up, eyes darting back and forth, someone was definitely shouting at him. Hands clamping themselves to his ears, the boy whimpered and shook his head vigorously. "Oh goodness please stop shouting!" Right now he was more confused than frightened, who on earth was yelling at him? It was a girl's voice, that much he knew. Whirling around in his spot, and glancing nervously around, he found himself completely alone aside from the cardboard cut out that had made him jump a little earlier - or so he thought.

Backing up a few steps, and jumping just a little again as he backed into the strange, cardboard man, what was it even doing in here? Grumbling angrily, Bill spun around again and picked the damn thing up, marching it out of the room and placing it outside the door. Now, where the hell was that voice coming from? His eyes settled on a door on one side of the room, frowning just a little, he approached it, maybe the owner of the voice was behind it? Bill didn't really know.

Send him anywhere embarrassing? William was thoroughly bemused by this whole situation. "I... Are you in here?" He asked, leaning a little closer to the door, it suddenly struck him, maybe this person was in here, and he just couldn't see them. Backing away from the door suddenly and glancing around nervously, William squeaked: "oh goodness, are you a ghost!? Please don't be a ghost! Please don't haunt me!"</div>

<div align=center>Excellent! No ghosts. At least Bill had that going for him at the moment, though he was still horribly lost in a strange part of the school he'd never ever seen before. "H... Hi..?" He was awfully confused, however. Then again there were a lot of terribly odd things in this school, Bill rarely left the comfort of his dorm (or Gabriel's) unless it was to go to lessons, but when he did he tended to come across some really rather odd things. He'd not really quite grown used to it just yet. William had barely grown used to the fact that his boyfriend was some weird supernatural creature, though then again he supposed he could be something far worse than an angel. Like a Satyr or a Mermaid or something like that.

They really like hanging around the staircase in the ballroom these days. That made the boy start, "s... So there r.. Really are ghosts in here?" He squeaked, drawing his hands into his chest and frowning. Ghosts could walk through walls, couldn't they? What if there was one in his room all the time and he had absolutely no idea about it. What if they watched him sleep? That was a horrible thought, and all of a sudden he became very uneasy about going to bed this evening.

His hands went to his head again as the door yelled, shaking his head and frowning. "Please don't shout like that!" He was a sensitive boy, loud noises were not something he enjoyed, especially when they were going on inside his head and he couldn't block them out. "I'll burn it I'll burn it I swear. Just.. Please don't yell anymore."</div>

<div align=center>Ghosts were definitely not something Bill wanted to stumble across, being made uncomfortable at the thought, the boy shuffled nervously on his feet and glanced around him. He couldn't help but wonder why this part of the school wasn't used anymore, perhaps if they cleaned it up a bit and fixed up some of the old rooms, it'd be completely usable and absolutely fine. It seemed like a waste to him, perhaps there weren't enough students to fill this half of the school. But there are. At least if you gave everyone a room to themselves, which William thought would be nice, as much as he liked his room mate, he was still very much adjusting to living in the same room as someone else that wasn't his boyfriend.

Not that his boyfriend was a very good room mate either, although Bill supposed if he lived with him everything would be a lot tidier, he oft wondered how one person could make so much mess and wasn't all that sure if he should be horrified or impressed half of the time. I seem to have forgotten how communication translates over for psychics. Or are you an empath? Shaking his head, William answered: "I'm both." That was a curse more than anything else, it was hard enough feeling everything everyone around you felt, but hearing all their thoughts as well? No thank you. "I wish I was only an empath, at least they can't hear thoughts. Try being in a room full of people, it's like you're being screamed at."

Pausing a little, brow furrowing, William tipped his head to the side. "Who are you?" He wondered why the school had neglected to tell anyone that there was a talking door in one of the rooms. He felt like she'd get a lot of attention if more people knew she was here.</div>