It's him again. I see him. Tall, with a black suit on. He's just standing there. Looking at me. The sunlight from the classroom window is hot on my skin. My arm is sticking to the desk. I hate the summer. If I didn't see the things I saw then I wouldn't have to do summer school. Ghosts. I can see them. They drive me mad. They make me paranoid. Distracting me from living a normal life. I don't function like I should. I have panic attacks and I've been in and out of mental wards for as long as I can remember. In this dark world I live in I have a light. His name is Dean. My neighbor. We've been friends since kindergarten. He doesn't think I'm weird. Though that could be because he hunts monsters. Ghosts too, but not the kind I usually see. Right now he's leaning on his hand, staring at the board trying to figure out the equation. The teacher finally stands up and tells us to go home. The tall man disappears as people gather their bags and walk out the door. Dean picks up his binder and makes his way over to me. I put my notebook in my bag then take his hand. We walk out of the building, back to our crazy life.