As you laid on your bed reading your book, you turned on the radio and let some music play in the background, wanting some type of noise besides the crickets chirping in the middle of the night.

You listed through the pages while the moonlight was your only source of light, hitting it just enough for you to read peacefully.

You felt off though, slowly looking back to see a disturbing figure.

It was Ghost.

He looked as emotionless as ever, the moon shining on just the right side of him.