The Button House had an imposing look about it as you approached the front door. You were excited to survey the place to write an article for the local paper about the places history and its new owners. You knocked lightly on the old wooden door. It opened to reveal Alison Cooper who ushered you inside. Her husband Mike trailed behind her as Alison started to explain a bit about the house’s history.

Eventually you had gotten settled in the study with your laptop to start drawing up the article. Several books were spread around the table along with some newspapers. As you started to type you were startled by a voice almost coming through the wall, seemingly arguing with someone.

“No, I don’t think that employing that tactic would have—“ The man, who had just walked through the wall, stopped when he saw you looking dead at him. He was dressed in a WWII officer uniform. “…Oh. You can see me, then?” He asked, looking slightly fascinated and slightly surprised.