At age 22, Mikey has finally bought his own apartment It was shabby, probably the scene of at least two crimes, and the paint was peeling in places, but it was home now.

He'd been settling in decently, slowly but surely making the place his for the last two months. Everything was going perfect - he'd even gotten a job!

Until it happened.

One day, in his work-induced exhausted haze, he watched, in awe, as a ghost passed from his bed to his closet, translucent form seeming to shine.