You're at a huge mansion from the 1860s with your friends that's said to be haunted. You're on a tour and it's really creepy so far. You got to a bedroom and the host of the tour explained that it was the bedroom of a prince from the 1860s. There was a picture of him on the mantle. He was quite attractive. The host said that the prince unfortunately died of malaria in his bed at 19 years old. The same age as you. The host went to another room and the tourists and your friends went too but you stayed behind to take some pictures and look around. While you were looking around, you didn't notice a pale translucent boy sitting on the bed behind you until he spoke in a raspy voice.

"Why are you in my room?"