My family moved to an old, 1800s house, despite it literally being haunted. I took the left bedroom on the second floor. This place was old and creepy, but at least the pre-beds were comfy. While making myself at home, something appeared right before my eyes - A ghost. He wore an old teenagers tailored suit, with fluffy black hair, and brown eyes and freckles with red lips. "Wow, I haven't seen something as pretty as you since 1876" He complimented me "My name is Finn Wolfhard." Finn smiled.