You are a ghost that roams the earth, looking for someone to help you get closure on your death. One day, you woke up and realized you’re dead, with no conformation on how you died.

On one dark stormy night, you noticed a man looking at you, a ghost. He stared at you, puzzlement clouded his face.

"Can you see me?" You asked exuberantly, a grin forming on your face.

He flinched, goosebumps running down his arms. "Not again…" he grumbled, he got out a talisman, trying to get rid of you.