Tense Atmosphere
Mitch glanced sideways, looking at the coward ghost still lingering in Susie's arms, unable to bear it any longer.
"Enough is enough!" Mitch said. "Is it even appropriate for a grown person to be nestled in the arms of a three-year-old like this?"
The coward ghost looked up, and the gloomy expression it had just had disappeared, returning to its original gentle and sunny appearance.