You look into your bathroom mirror. It’s late at night and you’re tired, yet you can’t sleep. Of course you can’t sleep, not with everything weighing on your mind right now.

As you wash your face, you feel a presence behind you. Glances into the you see a, all too familiar, boy stood behind…It was the kid you accidentally murdered two weeks ago. But he didn’t seem alive, he seemed paler. A ghost.

His soulless eyes glancing at you and… was that a playful grin?!

“Boo!” He laughed.