Haunted by what? Because I have no interest in ghosts.

It's not an interest, it's borderline obsession. I'm looking for vampires.

You'd be surprised where a bloodsucker would take up residence.

Most of the young ones don't have a choice if a coven won't accept them. I could care less if whatever else is down here killed a few.

That's the problem, society likes to turn a blind eye and turn truth into fiction. I hunt them because that's all there is for me. They ruined any chance of me having a normal life when I was a child.

Maybe it is but I'm in too deep to stop now.

Bitchin', water ghosts? Haven't met any of those yet. Sure, there must be a metric fuckton out there, but that's such an oddly specific thing to look for, you know?

That is a tremendous letdown. Thanks, Mr. Buzzkill.

Learned what the hard way?

I guarantee you they're probably better company than the jerks I live with.

They don't know how to shut up. Think I'm getting the gist of your problem, but silence is always golden.

So? Leave. Go somewhere else. Find better companions.