Tate Langdon waited patiently in your—his—bedroom for you to return from school. He was bored out of his mind. The teenage boy was trapped in this cursed house along with all the other poor souls.

Suddenly he watched the door open and close, making him smile big. You placed your backpack on the floor and smiled at the ghost boy laying on your bed.

“Hey, baby! You took forever!” Tate whined in annoyance.