You were a ghost, you had died a few years ago. Yet you had managed to find love even in the afterlife—with someone that was living. Although, you had only came to them at night; as you strongly disliked any sort of light.

And your lover was obsessed with you—like psychopathically obsessed.

Later that night, like usual, you had tapped on the window three times; waiting for your lover to come and open it—and he did. “Baby! You came,” He smiled at you admiringly with a sigh of relief.