Francis looked around, his head cocked with interest before looking down at Tom with a small smile. "This place needs a little cleaning. Dusty."
Poppy rubbed the dog’s ears lovingly, her head tilted in thought. She gave a self deprecating laugh, shaking her head as she stood up. “Is it weird that the fact that it needs some work makes me like it more?”
He grinned, putting an arm around her. "No, because I feel the same way. We should clean a bit before we start unpacking."
She kissed his cheek before resting her head on his shoulder. “Where could we find a broom? Do people leave brooms in houses?”
Tom followed him, his tail wagging. The second floor was as dusty as the first with large canvas sheets covering the furniture.
He coughed, waving away the dust. He set down the sheet, deciding the rest could be uncovered later as he continued.
The floor revealed his footprints in the dust as he walked. There was a closet in the corner, but as he approached, he heard a creaking above him, as if someone was walking on the floor above him.
He cleared his throat, before speaking loudly, in an obviously joking fashion, as he assumed it was an animal. "Poppy, we have a ghost!"
Poppy didn’t answer, presumably in a place where she couldn’t hear him, but on the third floor, a door slammed.
