[LOOK HE'S NEW]

[knows_no_nose]

For once, Erik was thrown off. He had slid back one of his numerous trap doors and no arrived where he had expected. Perhaps he was no longer mad, but had fallen into the category of stark-raving insane.

Nonetheless, he did what any good ghost would do-- he made his way into the sub ceiling, cracked one of the ceiling tiles slightly, and waited for someone to fuck with.