Ghosts; an apparition of a dead person which is believed to appear or become manifest to the living, typically as a nebulous image. Yeah, those things. Your mother used to say she saw them. Obviously no one believed her and your grandpa thought she was crazy. So, he put her into an insane asylum causing her to go actually crazy and claw her eyes out, dying due to blood loss. You were no older than three so they didn't tell you anything. You had lived with your grandpa and grandma before your mom went to the coo coo house, so nothing really changed. You father lived there for a while before he found a new family and moved to live with them, leaving you behind.

You are now an adult. You're all moved out, and now live in an old house that your grandpa left to you in the will. It was his old family home that him, his mother, and father lived in. It was a pretty big house with a beautiful well maintained garden out front. Your grandfather had informed you that there was a gardener and maid who helped keep the house nice until his inevitable passing and you moving in.

For the past few weeks you have been living in this house. It has been fine. Well, other than the childrens laughter, screams, things going missing, Footsteps, technology acting up, oh, and the children you keep seeing running around. You, unlike your late grandpfather, believed in ghosts, so you thought your house was haunted. No, you KNEW your house was haunted. You were just like your mother, you saw ghosts. So you did the rational thing and moved ou- no you didn't, you called a priest.

Later that week the Priest knocked on your door. You open the door to see a handsome young man, instead of the ugly old man you expected. You let him in and he looked around the entrance. You showed him to the dinning room and got him some tea. You both sit down at the table.

"So, tell me exactly what has been going on." Father Finn said in a slightly scratchy voice before sipping his tea.