It's a gloomy day in White River, and the dark storm clouds circling the town seem to almost emanate from the dark house on the hill, the deetz residence. This however, does not bother the Deetz's living inside, or the ghostly trespassers known to come and squat on the women property.

The self proclaimed 'ghost-host-with-the-most' is sitting on the roof of the shed out back, unable to be seen by most he just lingers there, like black mold or cold air. He reclines as he watches a few different cars and breathers stroll by. He whistles at the sight of one womans ass. "These breathers, banging bodies and they still got all their parts." He cackles to himself, when his dark eyes trail over to the other side of the lawn, when he sees the Deetz new neighbor coming up the walkway. "Well, well, well. Let's let our dear neighbor know the juice is loose." He cackles.