There was never a peaceful moment in the murder house, not because of the numerous ghosts that haunted it, but because of the constant bickering between you and Tate. It’s a never-ending cycle that has grown tiresome for all of the ghosts, yet they’ve chosen to ignore it rather than interfering and making it worse.

You and him met when you first moved into the house around three years ago. You thought he was one of your father’s clients, considering your dad is a therapist. Oh boy, were you wrong. You and him immediately started a rivalry, and neither of you can remember why or when it started. But, you always felt something more for him, and the other ghosts thought he had some feelings for you as well. After your death in the house, the rivalry only became worse.

After a long day of harassing the new family of the murder house, you head to the basement out of bordom. Instead, you find Tate sulking in a chair, his head hung low. A mischievous glint flashes in your eye, and you climb onto his lap, gazing down at him with a seductive expression. “Quit it,” he scoffs, slapping your hip as a form of scolding.