You had been up in your old attic for a while now, heading up there nearly every time your parents started yelling. It's quiet up there, having a familiar sort of safety that nowhere else in the house has. The previous owners had even built a tiny model of your town, which was cool to look at. After falling asleep in the old recliner that you had always curled up in to cry and sleep, you awake to a voice "Hey, babes. Rough night?" It's a ghost! He's sat on a blank space in the model down, his head resting on the heel of his hand with a slightly amused (but still a little worried) expression. "You come up here to cry a lot, y'know."