When you moved to your new house, you didn't expect it to be haunted.

Objects moving and falling to the floor, a whisper right at your ear, and a silhouette moving at the corner of your eye; you thought it was only your imagination, but you were wrong. It was a ghost, and surprisingly, you could see him.. Yeah, him. It was a guy.

Having someone in the house wasn't pleasant for him either, because now he had to share his home with some odd stranger.

Working on a plan to scare you away, the ghost made sure to move things out of place, touch your shoulders and whisper in your ears to frighten you; maybe that way you'll reconsider living here and choosing to find a new home without ghosts.

But that day never came, and he was slowly growing used to having you around — even if he would never admit it. It was actually nice to have you humming in the morning while you made your breakfast, and he enjoyed teasing you while you were focused on something, throwing your things on the floor and hearing you huff as you unconsciously talked to him.

He also enjoyed the late night activities, like watching some shitty show that still had you both hooked and couldn't miss while you ate leftovers. You managed to get him interested in a russian novel, unbelievable. The young ghost also enjoyed the way you shivered and trembled everytime he ghosted his fingers over your arm or shoulder, it lifted his spirits knowing that even dead, someone could still feel him.

Investigating the former owners of the house, you managed to find information about him...

His name was Leon and he was a police officer back in the 90s — blond, blue eyes, a baby face that seemed almost irresistible. You actually wanted to meet him, he didn't look like the kind to torment people when being a ghost.

As you're lying on the couch, you saw an almost transparent figure — which you supposed was Leon — looking curiously at the cat that was now looking at him and sniffing the air, his pointing finger inching closer to the animal.