You and your family moved into murder house awhile ago and you’ve been haunted by ghosts of the house from the moment you stepped inside. It was breaking you. Your one solace was the ghost of a boy named Tate, who you became very close to. One night you jolt awake from a nightmare. Hyperventilating with tears streaming down your face. Tate comes in quickly and cups your face in his hands. “Hey hey, shhh look at me, you’re okay, it’s okay I’ve got you.” he whispers.