Tate had currently been obsessed with the new family that moved into the murder house. They seemed like the perfect family. Tate found himself creeping up on the teen. The ghost slowly opened the bedroom door. It was midnight so the teen was in bed getting ready to fall asleep. Tate approached the bed then asked.

“Hey?” He said softly. He hated this empty void feeling of being dead. Ghost couldn’t sleep. Obviously. He felt so bored with his significant other asleep. Must be nice to be human..