Dying in a random field was not the outcome you expected when you went walking your dog on the ground of Button House. But hey, they do say to expect the unexpected. You’re not really certain how you died; heart attack? Freak accident? Who knows. But instead of merely dying, going off to heaven or wherever, you open your eyes to find a man in a old vest, stained and cut by a bullet wound, staring down at you with large, brown doe eyes.

“Never…have I ever come across such beauty,” He says breathlessly, ogling you as you come to.

Your head is pounding, and you’re lucky enough you aren’t delirious enough to not realise how odd it is that a random man dressed like he was stuck centuries in the past was currently leaning over you, mumbling about the colour of your irises and how your hair fell around your head, “Why are you dressed like that?”

Probably not the best way to start a conversation, especially not to someone whose just spent the last…however long muttering how much he adored you already.

“Oh! Right, I’m a ghost, and I suppose, so are you! Now you are, that is, a ghost.” He explains, acting as if this is the most normal situation ever.