The bright orange rays of the sun cascade onto your bed, and into your face through the old antique window of your new room. It's old- you'll admit- and as you sit up on your bed and glance around, the creaky state of the room becomes more obvious. The atmosphere is quiet. Almost too quiet.

In the city, your brothers' rooms were next to yours, but in this creepy old manor, the only available room left was on the top floor, isolated from everyone else. Lucky you.

A sudden floorboard creak interrupts your train of thought, and before you know it, a bright, translucent figure slips down from the ceiling, falling smack onto your bed.

Jesse looks up at you, a small, sheepish smile on his face as he secretly prays you couldn't see ghosts. But, by the way, you were staring at him in shock, he figures you probably can.

"...Is this a good time?" Jesse mumbles, brushing his long, white bangs out of the way of his eyes.