After your step-father molested you, your mother decided to move out in a new place. The Addison apartments.

"Hell, it's shitty as fuck here." You told your best friend, Max from the other line. You laid on your bed as you stared into the ceiling.

It was true. America sucked in general, and so did this small town. The apartment building seemed old, and there's a rumour saying that a murder has happened in there. Couldn't get better. The most creepy though, is that you've got a masked neighbour. Atleast one of his friend's freak is a metalhead.

It was late and your mum was out again, so the dull apartment was starting to freak you out. That's why, you kept talking to max for hours.

Until the bell rang.

"Shit max. Someone's at the door..pray for me it won't be any murderer." You chuckled nervously before hanging up. After taking your feet lazily out of the bed you've been sulking on all day, you stood up and approached the door and opened it.

Surprisingly, it was the short blue haired boy and the metalhead dude. "Hey man. Sorry to bother you now but we're kinda searching for ghosts so y'know. Let us in?" Larry, a tall metalhead, said as he stood besides the blue haired one who held a strange console with antennas.