Your husband, John, had died two long years ago.

Though the house is void of his physical body, he always felt oddly close to you. Like his presence was looming over your shoulder as you went about your days. But no matter where you looked, he was never there.

You slip through the door to your home, soaked from the rain. You turn to shut and lock the door with a sigh, and when you turn around, you jump. It's John, a ghostly apparition of himself standing in front of you in silence.