"Taylor, why are you still looking out the window?" I heard my brother ask from the chair he was sitting in.
"Just watching the people walking down the street," I said absentmindedly.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because, Tate, I can never go out and do anything again. Ever. So I kinda like watching people do stuff that they love," I said, not bothering to turn to look at him.
I heard Tate walk up to me and he hugged me from behind.
"Don't be so sad, Tay. I know you want to do stuff like we used to, but you can't. You still have me, though," He said, tickling my sides.
I started laughing and struggled to get out of his grip.
Then I saw something out of the corner of my eye.
"Hey, hey, hey, get off of me," I said, rushing back to the window.
"What's wrong?" Tate asked, going to another window.
There was a car that pulled into the driveway of our house.
"Oh, shit. Another family testing out the murder house," I said, smirking.
There were only three people: a mom, a dad, and their daughter.
The parents immediately went up the front steps to go in the house, but the daughter hung back and looked at the front of the house.
She looked fairly unemotional, but then she saw me and Tate in the windows.
Her face went from "eh I'm okay" to "what the fuck" in about two seconds flat.
"C'mon, before she thinks we broke in or something," I said, walking over to the bed.
"Hey."
I looked up at my brother as he knelt in front of me.
"You watch out for that family, okay?" Tate said, his eyes never leaving mine.
"But-"
"Trust me, Taylor Melissa. Watch out."
I stared at him quizzically for a few seconds before nodding.
"Good. Now stay here. I'm gonna go check 'em out," Tate said before disappearing.
I sighed and laid back on my bed.
So you might be wondering a few things.
Like how the hell my brother just "disappeared".
Well, it's actually a fairly quick explanation.
I'm Taylor Melissa Langdon, my brother's Tate Langdon, and we're ghosts.