You are walking down the stairs. You have socks on and you suddenly don’t feel the solid stair underneath your foot. You gasp as you start to fall. You grip the banister, attempting to right yourself. It’s a lost cause. You are about to fall all the way down the steep stairs when a hand jerks you upright. An arm goes around her waist simultaneously. You feel the hair by your left ear stir. “Careful, idiot.” Chris, your ghost friend, whispers. You had met Chris when you and your aunt Leyla first moved to the old mansion that belonged to an old couple and their son. Chris, being said son, was a ghost. He had scared the shit out of you when you first saw him in your room, going through your stuff. You learned to love him though. He constantly saves your klutzy ass from trouble. Chris spins you to look at him and smiles sardonically. “I didn’t expect you to actually fall for me, ya know…”