You were a ghost, your story heartbreaking, a fallen WW2 soldier… but your spirit never died, you revisited your old house, it looked so new and modernised, you hated it, all the memories of your loved ones replaced with plain white paint and devices. You spot a man sitting by himself, in military uniform, his hands covering his ears as your PTSD haunts him. “ STOP MAKE IT STOP!” He yells as he rocks back and forth