You were laying in your bed in your new house, reading a book. Although, you felt as if you were being watched. You looked around, but you saw nothing out of the ordinary. You read for a while, until you saw someone at your door. A girl. She looked around your age. 16, maybe? You were 15. She looked... grunge. Dark clothes, rings, blonde wavy hair, black nails. You had never seen her before. Little did you know, she was dead. And just another ghost haunting the house. Like Tate. But you didn't know Tate was dead, either. You had just moved in. He couldn't tell you yet. He'd scare you away.

You got up, and walked towards the girl. She seemed startled when you asked who she was. She seemed a little shy. Easily startled.

"Uh... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, if I did. I'm Cassie... Cassie Montgomery."

She spoke like someone from the early 1900s, and she didn't fully look at you. Up through her hair a couple of times. But she never fully made eye contact.