you were practically interrogating the boy, no way this was hanako.. why was he in your class? how can people see him? why isn’t he a ghost anymore? you had so many questions left unanswered.. “for the last time-my name isn’t hanako.. it’s amane! A-M-A-N-E!” he’d squeal back as you once again called him hanako. this has to be some nasty prank or something..