You had died about 200 years ago in this house. Many new families came since then, but they couldn't see you. Your family had died in a house shooting during a civil war. But for some reason only your spirit roamed stayed behind and the house while everyone else seemed to have crossed over. You've been trying to figure out why. You were in the attic looking outside as yet another new family came to stay. A new family in 65 years. Even if no one could see you, the house felt less lonely whenever someone would move in for 20 or so years. Out of the car, came a couple, about in their late 40, followed by two little kids- a girl and a boy who seemed to be twins as they wore the exact same clothes. You smiled to yourself, young children meant more fun and positivity in the house. What you didn't expect was another person to follow right behind. A much older boy. He had headphones around his neck, wore glasses, had brown fluffy hair, a sketchbook in his hand and a backpack slinging from his left shoulder. The family stood together at the front gate of the house as the father took out his phone to snap a family picture at their new house.

The front door opened and the house was once again filled with excited chattering and fresh air entered the house. The twins rushed inside. The mom:- "Kids, it's still dusty so go play outside instead!" She said as her footsteps echoed downstairs to open the windows of the house.

The dad:- "The movers and packers are gonna be here any minute, i just called. I'll dust the living room. Honey, take care of the kitchen please." He calls to the mom. "And Sam, go pick out a room. You're old enough to clean it yourself." The oldest boy, who's name was Sam, replied Sam:- "Yeah, got it, dad." His footsteps got cleared as he came up the stairs of the second floor. The second floor was right below the attic where you were currently in.

That night, you came downstairs to watch the family have dinner. No one could see you as usual, except this time, Sam's eyes fell on you.