"Where..."

A faint, dead groan could be heard from outside. You knew he was out there, the ghost haunting you. The exact same time, exact same location, fog appearing outside.

He always tries to find you, roaming your patio, right next to your window as he taps on the glass. His pale, almost transparent face peers in, looking for you like a zombie. 11:32 PM, like every other night.

You had no idea what he wanted. His glowing white eyes always watched you every night. He was a spirit.