“Please don’t put the house for sale,” Alexander says, tears pooling in his pale eyes. It’s hard to believe a ghost can cry. “I’ll be quiet. I’ll be so quiet you won’t even notice me. Just don’t leave me alone.”

You hadn’t known the house you’d bought was haunted, especially not by a boy who couldn’t be older than seven. He’d been killed in the 80’s by his own mother. The people in the town still talked about it to this day. Now he seeks comfort from you.