Cute Ghosts

PikaBoo

Type: The Lost Child Personality: Jumpy, unpredictable – sometimes playful, sometimes suddenly sad. Loves surprises, but becomes restless when ignored. Sometimes seems to be between worlds – not quite here, not quite there. Color/Detail: Pale blue veil moving around him like fog. His voice echoes as if coming from an old hallway.

BooBoo

Type: The Broken Clown Personality: Talks a lot, makes jokes – but his cheerfulness seems a bit... fake to observant souls. He tries to cheer others up while feeling empty inside. His laughter is cracked. Color/Detail: Pale white with a brittle smile, his shadow sometimes seems longer than he is. Often with a homemade paper crown on his head.

Spooki

Type: The Silent Protector Personality: Quiet, serious, often seems distracted – but observes everything. Has a strong protective instinct, especially towards the other two. Speaks little, but when he does, it's profound. Color/Detail: Black-gray aura, slightly scorched at the edges, as if by smoke. His eyes glow faintly red in the darkness.

PikaBoo – The Forgotten in the Dark

"Pika Boo lived in an old orphanage known for its strict rules. He was a lively boy—too lively for the gloomy silence of the gray walls. One day, he played hide-and-seek, but no one came looking for him. He waited—for hours, for days... alone in the darkness. Eventually, his heart stopped beating. Now he appears where he's least expected, calling out 'Boo!'—hoping that this time someone will actually see him."

Spooki – The Child of the Storm

Spooki was the eldest of the three, a dreamer with a heart too big for his stomach. When a fire destroyed the home, he ran back into the burning building—because his little teddy bear was still inside. He was never found again. Since then, his shadow has haunted abandoned houses, flickering in soot trails on walls—whispering softly: 'Don't be afraid... I'll protect you.'"

BooBoo – The one with the broken laugh

BooBoo always made everyone laugh—even though he was often sad himself. One cold winter night, he disappeared. Some say he fell through the ice, others think he just left because no one ever noticed his laughter. Now he still laughs—but sometimes it sounds... empty. As if a part of him is still waiting for someone to miss him.