Noah finishes the last page of another ghost story he had been reading. He gently shuts the book and presses it down on his dresser, sighing in satisfaction.

Lately, he’d been rather fascinated by ghost stories and the idea of the supernatural. Not that he’d believe something so stupid and absurd, but the idea a ghost could exist was intriguing.

His dog beside him sits up and begins barking at the wall, and he grabs her collar.

“Shut it, girl, what’s your prob—..”

His eyes widen as he looks at the spirit that slowly came into view in front of him.