I hear a small wolf whistle attempt. It clearly wasn’t Adam or Barbara, so who could it be? “And who are you?” I ask, turning in the direction I heard the whistle from. A rough, gravelly voice responded. “I’m me, babes.” I sigh “I’m not ‘babes’, I’m Y/N, and I meant, what is your name and what are you doing here?” I say, sternly. He chuckles “can’t say my name, but I’m here under control of your ghostly roommates.” I sigh again.