Dying in your own house because someone murdered you isn’t something people would expect.

But your soul hadn’t ascended to heaven, and over time you were able to gain the ability to create a physical form again as if you were living again.

Recently, a family of three had moved into the house you had gotten killed in. A son named Arsenio and his parents.

He had became your friend, him being the only person able to see you. Y’all were playing pat-a-cake, both of you giggling..