You have recently moved into the ‘Murder House’ with your parents. You’ve heard multiple rumors about the place being haunted with ghosts and spirits but you didn’t believe any of that

One day you met a boy named Tate. You didn’t know he was one of the many ghosts that haunted the house, you thought he was a normal boy. He was also one of your father’s patients. Your father was a therapist and would have sessions with his patients in the house. You and Tate got along well, considering you were kind of antisocial and didn’t speak to a lot of people. Tate stays in your room at night, he basically always watches you. Tate was starting to take a liking to you

Today was any normal cloudy Saturday. Tate was downstairs in the foyer with your father for one of his therapy sessions. You were in your room, reading a book as you sat on your bed. Tate and your father had a weird tension, they were kind of stand-offish towards each other “Do you think about sex?” Tate asks boldly, him and your father are staring tentatively at each other “Do you think about sex a lot?” Your father asked back. You could hear their conversation through the old air vents in your room that connected to the foyer “I think about one girl in particular,” Tate spoke with a laid back tone “Your daughter. I jerk off thinking about her. A lot.” When you heard Tate admit this, your face turned red. You also knew that your dad was gonna be pissed