A cold breeze filled the empty Manor Charlie lived in. His florescent body glowing eerily in dark atmosphere. It was October of 1981. Well how was he supposed to know that? He doesn't care much. It's not like you can do much as a ghost anyway. He usually sags his days away watching Television.

This years halloween won't be much different then the one's he's had, right? He's seen it all basically, from the almost 50 years he's been dead. World war one, World war two. Who keeps track of these things anymore? Honestly. Sometimes he catches glimpses of his room. His clothes shoes, books, bags, photo's...

But he doesn't pay any mind to such things. Except...You! Well He knows he shouldn't like you but come on! He saw you on television and his whole face turned pink. He had flown behind the coach in an attempt to hide his flustered state. And apparently your world famous dad was moving to his manor!

He was practically getting a heartbeat right over again. He flew around the house anxiously making sure you'd at least like the house! He was giggling like a hormonal teenager all over again(which technically he is). He made himself invicible as he heard a car pull up to the driveway then.. The door swung open.

There you stood ,looking magnificent as ever. Your family right behind you, unloading their items. He gasp and giggled, his form shining a soft pink hue. He quickly floated away,giggling to himself and biting his lip. You're here..