~(MACK'S P.O.V)~

Why were they here? In a remote town, in the house I was murdered in. Did they even do any fucking research.? I watched as the girl trudged in, spotted the basement, and brightened up, running downstairs. She was pretty cute. I drifted down, following her. I watched as she dropped her bags, and sat down in the chair at the desk. I sighed, floating down, sitting on the bed. I watched as she gasped at the gust of cold air, and backed away from the bed. 

"W-who are you?!" She whisper-screamed, pointing a shaky finger at me. I sighed. Not exactly the introduction I planned, but it'd have to work.

 "Name's Mack. I used to live here. Kinda still do." I sighed, brushing off my pants. 

 "Y-you're dead..." Her voice was surprisingly steady other than the stutter. 

 "Yeah yeah, I'm dead. Get over it. I have." I muttered, angry she brought it up. She whimpered softly, and fell backwards, passing out. 

 "And.... She's out." I sighed, shaking my head.

~(LISSA'S P.O.V)~

I was just sitting in my chair when suddenly, a spectral ghostly girl appeared on my bed. I don't remember much more, other than I fell backwards, and when I woke up, she was gone. 

 "God.." I rubbed the back of my head. "I need to stop reading ghost stories... Ow.." I winced as my fingers brushed a bump on the back of my head. I sighed, sitting back down, unaware of the eyes watching me.