"I need to stay the night." He didn't really need to book a haunted room. He carried enough ghosts and had been a ghost - almost any room he stayed in was haunted just by him being in it.

Reed preened at the attention, clearly pleased. He bopped his head a little faster, spreading his wings and giving a hoot. Walter lifted a hand and absently pet Reed's chest. "He's a Rowlet, a grass-flying type. I named him Reed."