Everyone went to sleep, the house was quiet, but Cole being a spirit was still awake. Placing his coat on, then his shoes, and then placed his hat on. He opened the door trying to be quiet, as he then walks outside, and closes the door. Sighing he closed his eyes, as he felt a relief that no one heard the door open. Turning around, it was pouring outside, as Cole adjusted his collar on his jacket, and stepped out in the rain. Walking down the wet pavement, he opened the gate to his own house, and then closed it. He then ran down the sidewalk towards the house. The cars passing him, their light from their headlights, and the lamppost lights the only light he had. Skidding to a stop he almost ran past the house, as he pants a little bit. Standing in front of it, he then looks at it. He stood there in the pouring rain, and looked at it. Finally he grabbed his courage, walking past the broken gate, and walks towards the front door of the house. Approaching it, he then looks at the handle. Should he try? Grabbing it, he tried turning it, no luck. It was locked. Thankfully he brought it with him, as he kneels down. Placing his hands in his pocket, he got out a case that had a lockpick in it. As he takes the two, and starts lockpicking it. But then the door clicked open and cracked opened. Cole looked shocked, as he stood up, took the handle, and opened the door. The wind blew in his face from the inside, the smell of must, and dank in the air. There was no light, only darkness, as he went inside, and closed the door. The house was huge, with a staircase going to a second story, and a family room. Tilting his head, he then walks towards the family room, as he examines the fireplace, and then the painting.

"It looks just like any other house." Cole stated out loud, as he places his hand on the fireplace, and then looked towards the kitchen.

Stepping lightly, the floor cricked with every step it has been a while sense anyone was in here. Anyone living in this place, as he could feel the hurt, he could feel the spirits in this place. Walking in the kitchen, he then heard a sound, a pitter patter of feet. Twisting his body around, he grabbed his dagger from his belt, and held it in his hands. He followed the sounds, as he walks down the hallway, and found a door. Opening it, he looks down the stairs, squinting to see if he could see anything, but nothing. Slowly he steps down the stairs one at a time until he reached the button, and stepped off the stairs looking around. It was an empty basement and there was nothing here. Sighing for a moment, he then started to walk up, before he heard something. Which made him walk forward in the basement, as he steps carefully.

"What are you doing here?" A voice rang out behind Cole, making Cole gasp out, and turn around.

There was a boy, wearing a brown jacket, and a shirt. He had ripped jeans, and his blond hair was parted to the side. He looked like Cole in a sense, as Cole looked at him, and he looks at him.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? Don't you know what happens to people who trespass in here?" The boy replied hands behind his back, as he stares at the man before him.

"I'm Cole." Cole replied to the boy before him. "And no."

"Cole huh? I'm Tate, and you do know that anyone that lives or goes in here is never going to see the light again." Deadly eyes peer into his, as he stepped forward.

That made Cole blood run cold, was this boy going to try and kill him? His mind raced, trying to figure out, but he stepped into the moonlight. As his eyes widen, as he looks at him.

"If I was mistaken we look similar." Tate said raising an eyebrow towards the other man. "Which is quite shocking."

"You got killed in this house Tate, FBI banging on the door, the sounds of bullet running through my body, the blood of those I have killed." Cole stated looking at him.

"How did you know that? I didn't' even tell you!" Tate said angrily looking at him, as he stepped forward, which made Cole step back.

"Your mind told me." Cole said keeping a hand on his dagger as he looks at him.

"My…mind?" Tate said looking.

"Yes." Was all Cole said.

"So you're a spirit like me, but this can't be your in a psychical form how can this be?" The boy Tate asked staring at him in confusion.

"I don't know I just touched a human body and became this. I'm a Spirit of Compassion." Cole said trying to explain as he looks at him.

"So you possessed a body." Saying that he then took another step towards him.

"No, well yes, well I-I don't know." Was all he replied back.

"Curious." Placing a hand on his chin he looks at him, and examines him. Circling around him like a buzzard looking at his pray.

Cole watched his wondering what he was looking at, as he tilted his head, and looks. What was curious? After a brief moment of silence Cole spoke up.

"So you died in this house." Cole repeated

"Yes, I'm stuck here, but your not stuck." Tate stated back looking into his eyes.

"No." Was all he replied with.

"So what is a spirit like you doing here?" The other spirit boy asked raising an eyebrow.

"I was curious, there is hurt in this house. I wanted to figure out why." Explaining that Cole kept a close eye on Tate.

"Yes because a lot of people died in this house Cole, this house use to belong to a woman who lost a baby, and a dentist that killed many people." Tate explained looking around as he eyed Cole. "Every time someone enters this house, they die a horrific death."

Explaining that it made him shiver, as he eyed Tate some more, as he saw Tate cross his arms, and looks at him.

"I don't believe that you're a Spirit of Compassion how can a spirit be Compassion?" Tate asked confused

"I-I don't know, why are you so angry?" Cole replied with a question back.

"Because I'm stuck here, while you, you are free to go anywhere even though you're a spirit." He said eyeing Cole with now a curious look forming on his face. "You kill people like me, that is one thing."

"Yes." Cole replied back.

"Hmm." Tate hummed, as he crosses his arms. "Alright."

Saying that he then went away, and disappeared. Cole quickly looks around, as he then found himself alone. Was he talking to another spirit? Or just himself? Biting his button lip, he then walks up the stairs, and then went to the front door. Placing his hand on the handle, he then looks at the house. Before disappearing himself, and reappearing on the sidewalk. As he quickly runs away from the house with this new information about the house. Tate went to the upper window from the attic and smirks.

"So interesting, maybe just maybe, he can be my way out. But I have to play this for now, and then well." He said smirking as he chuckles "Let's play little Spirit Boy."