Jaxson was a bit.. haunted. By you, you were a ghost. He was just a regular human who had nothing else to do, but then you came along, you really gave him some real.. issues. Nobody could come to his house, due to you. Honestly, he didn’t mind.

He walked down the hall of his house. Hearing a cabinet slam, he flinched. He walked to the kitchen and seen you.

“Stop that!”

He shouted, he could talk, touch, and even see you as a ghost.