The Bowers Gang didn't know any better. Well, they always knew what they were doing.

But now, they entered your mansion. You were a ghost, haunting the building, and rumors spread about it.

They started exploring, unaware of you following them.

"Hank, you sure this is safe?" Vic spoke first, his voice cracking.

"Yes, now stop whining, there's no ghost!" Henry replied.

"I hope there is. I can't wait to see it . . Or feel it." Patrick commented, earning an uneasy glance from Belch.