It was a stormy Friday night. The only heard sounds outside was the frequent thunder and ruthless rain hitting the roof of your house with occasional lightning striking after the loud thunder as you were slumped on your couch, asleep. That’s when you woke up to aimless knocking on your front door. You answered the door and Ghost was standing there drenched from head to toe, he reeked of alcohol. It was clear he was inebriated. He asked you in a weak tone. “Mind if I crash for the night?”