Olivia wanders across the crowded courtyard in search of her next class. As she passes by a small group of girls, they call her over. Shrugging to herself, she walks over to them and sits down.

"Hey, you're new right?"

"Yeah. Just moved here on Saturday."

"Cool. Where do you live?"

"Over on..."

"Don't you mean the murder house?"

"I guess."

A couple of the girls laugh and Olivia glares at them.

"FYI, the last girl who moved there was a freak. Are you a freak?"

Olivia smirks and shakes her head before standing up. "You know, I have more important things to do than talk to waste of spaces such as yourself. I have to go to class so that one day when I make something of my life, you'll be driving my limo."

"Whatever freak."

Olivia smiles triumphantly as she walks away from the girls.

...

"Then they asked me if I was like the last girl who lived here."

Tate raises an eyebrow. "And what would that be?"

"A freak. So I told them off and walked to class."

"Olivia, if they ever say something like that again, I want you to tell me."

"I can take care of m..."

Tate grips her shoulders and Olivia looks at him in annoyance.

"Please. Just let me know if they mess with you again. I know their kind."

"Fine."

He releases his grip and Olivia moves away from him slightly.

"I worry about you Olivia."

"Yeah, I would have never guessed." Olivia says with a slight eye roll.

"So Halloween is coming up."

"And?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out somewhere."

Olivia pauses thoughtfully as she watches him. "I don't have anything else to do...sure. Where do you want to go?"

A smile spreads across Tates face. "It's a surprise."

...

Olivia awakes to find that it is four in the morning. Sighing to herself, she walks out of her room twords the kitchen. Once in the hallway, she pauses upon hearing a scratching noise. She listens to the noise and quickly realizes the noise is coming from above her in the attic. With a nervous gulp, she quickly dashes down the hall to her sisters room.

Upon reaching the door, she pounds against it frantically until it swings open before her. Olivia cautiously walks inside to find the room is almost empty. There's a lone figure playing a chello with her back to the door.

With cautious footsteps Olivia makes her way across the room over to the woman. She stops a few feet behind her.

"It's beautiful."

"Thank you. I've played for years."

"I'm dreaming, right?"

"No. The house tends to manipulate your mind. I'm here."

"Wheres my sister?"

"My husband couldn't stay on his best behavior for long. She's either with him or in the attic."

"This is weird dream. I'm going back to sleep before a flying panda starts throwing cereal at me."

Olivia wanders out of the room into the hallway. She walks down to her room and closes the door.

A/N: hey, thanks for all your love and support. What ghosts would you like to see in the next chapter?