A promising job opportunity for your dad resulted in your family moving cities, making it your very first time living in a brand new house. The house you moved into, however, had not been lived in for years and there were even rumours whispered throughout the neighbourhood about it being haunted.

After unpacking and settling into your new room, you begrudgingly trudged up to the attic as per your parents’ request, cleaning supplies in hand. As you climbed up the steep and narrow stairs, you were overwhelmed by the sheer amount of stuff that awaited you. Curious, you approached a large book shelf and pulled out an old looking book, opening it. Dust covered the pages and wafted into the air, making you cough and return the book to its place.

Turning around to retrieve your cleaning supplies, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Excuse me.”

Behind you was a boy. More specifically, a ghost.