Pooka

The building swayed in the wind, iron timbers creaking in pain. Glass rattled.
“Pooka”
“What the hell are you talking about, Malice?”
“Pooka, type of ghost, likes to rattle shit to scare people.” Something clanked below them. Malice grinned. His white teeth were all that Shiver could see of the large man.
“That ain’t a ghost. It’s just an old fucking building.”
“Suit yourself. I still think I’m gonna ask permission before we mess with its pad.” Malice’s bright white teeth vanished. A moment later, so did Malice. There was a single tug on Shiver’s line. She put her hands up just in time to grab the large black bag descending from the roof vent. With a flick of her wrist, she secured it to a nearby post while its owner made his own way into the building.
“Where is Malice?”
Shiver shrugged and pointed through the rafters, “Down. There’s a ghost he wants to talk to.”
To Shiver’s surprise the man neither protested nor asked any questions, “Well once he’s made friends, send him over to me. I’m going to get started on the roost.”
“Yes, Mr. Moore.”
“You stay here until Timothy comes in. He should have two more bags and the shudder box.”
“Yes, sir.” Moore nodded once, then made his way along the rafters. Shiver watched him, but he was soon lost to darkness. There was another tug on the line and Shiver moved back beneath the roof vent to catch the next bag. “Just an old building,” she muttered.
“So,” said Timothy when he finally followed the last box in, “this is Earth, huh?” He stood with his legs spread wide on the iron rafter and looked around as if he could see mountains and seas. “Nice. Old, but then you’d expect that, I guess. And the weather? You see pictures, but you never really understand weather until you’re in it. At least I didn’t. That was pretty wild.”
Shiver shook her head, “That was pretty tame, newbie.”
Timothy was undaunted, “Well, that’s wilder than any weather we ever got on Spinner. At any rate, I’m impressed and I can’t wait to see what else this old planet has in store for us. You think we’ll get to see lightning?” Shiver just shook her head and said nothing. With Timothy’s help, she slid the roof vent back into position, then the two of them took turns hauling the bags over the rafters towards the roost. Below them the building let out a long slow groan and then grew silent once more.