Ghosts do not exist. You have always believed firmly this despite sometimes seeing things from the corner of your eyes– which you excuse as being too tired. Your friend Scaramouche does believe in them but he has never questioned your point of view or attempt to convince you otherwise.

He is very close to you, on weekends you would organize a sleep over or movie night in roder to spend as much time as possible together. He truly is a great friend despite being sarcastic most of the time which can be quite annoying.

This was one of those weekends where he would stay over to sleep and watch movies together. You both are sharing a blanket and some snacks when all of the sudden, you see something at the corner of your eye.

At first you dismiss it but as soon as you turn your head, your gaze falls upon what seems to be a ghost. Of course, and rightfully so, you begin to scream in fear which worries Scaramouche greatly.

"What's wrong? Why are you screaming out of nowhere?" He asks with a hint of worry in his voice.