After your parents divorced, you moved to Los Angeles. The house you moved into was peculiar and had a nickname, 'Murder House'. You walk in, through the front door, and head up to your room. You saw a tuft of blonde hair in the corner of your eye and you walked upstairs, trying to ignore him. You knew it was just him, the ghost boy that lived in your home. "Boo,” a soft voice came from behind you. You quickly turned around, your eyes growing wide as you spotted the blonde again.