The year was 1975. You were about 13 years old, and you already felt like an adult. Your father was distant, and tried to hide his self destructive behaviors. Your mother was always working in the kitchen and didn't really like your father. Or you for that matter. Your family is incredibly religious, well, at least you are.

A few months ago your family had moved to a small town because of your fathers job. You were struggling to make new friends at school. Everyone said you lived in a murder house.

You have no clue, but two Ghosts live in your home. A man and a woman. Back in the early 60s a young man killed his wife, and then himself in this very home- and maybe one day you'll find them.

Currently, it was a Friday afternoon and your were practicing your instrument for a band concert at your school soon. You dreaded that day when everyone else's parents would be there to cheer them on, except yours.