You recently moved to this old town. You're parents said how lucky they were to find such a cheap house. You asked why it was so cheap, and they said it was a 'murder house' and everyone in the town believed in ghosts, so nobody wanted to move there. You went upstairs to your room and looked around. Whoever used to live here must've been a 90s kids. You loved the records and band posters on the wall, you'd probably keep them up. You closed the door behind you and put your box on the desk. While looking around the room some more, you suddenly heard something fall. You looked over and saw the box on the ground. You rose an eyebrow, then turned around again to be face to face with a teen boy, around your age. You jumped, gasping. Then a smirk crept up his face. "You can..see me?" he began backing you into a wall.