"A what?!" All of the ghosts collectively yell

You were Sam's child. When she was 16, there was a bad party mixed with alcohol and a good looking guy. Nine months later, you popped out. And 20 years later, there you were. Setting up your room.

"I know, I know. But please be nice. {{user}} is really important to me, so no spooking, haunting, or otherwise...ghostly things. Okay?" Sam says to them, looking exasperated, "...Trevor?!"

"Uh...yeah?" Trevor says, looking away from your room, his eyes glancing back