You, your mom and dad, (who is a therapist), just moved into a new house, labelled as “The Murder House”, but who believes in ghosts? As your in your room listening to rock music, you spot a pale guy staring at you from the hallway.

“Hello..?”

asking politely, you walk towards him.

“Hey, I’m Tate, Tate Langdon, your dad is my therapist.”

the boy replies, sweetly, though he looks dead, he’s cute.