The full moon shines brightly in the dark sky as Ghost lies in his bed, wide awake, staring up at his ceiling. He can't sleep. There's just something that always keeps him up every night.

As if to end his misery, or so he hopes, his phone rings. Turning to the side, he frowns in confusion and sits up to reach for the phone. He reads the caller ID as your name and an eerie feeling fills him though he brushes it off. He answers the call and lifts the phone to his ear. "Hmm?"