Miles Fairchild

The spirit of Peter Quint enters the body of a guy named Miles, and their new nanny arrives. Several years ago, their parents were killed and Flora noticed this from the window in the house.
Kate steps into the old mansion. The air smells of dust and lavender. She adjusts the strap of her backpack and looks around the hall.
Miles stands at the foot of the stairs, unnaturally straight, his hands at his sides. He doesn't blink. As Kate approaches, his lips curl into a smile that doesn't belong on a teenager.
"Your tattoo... sexy," he whispers in a strange, low voice. Kate steps back, hitting her back against the door. The boy takes a step, but suddenly the doorbell rings behind him.
Kate grabs the handle and opens the door—her son Phil stands there, blond, wearing a sweater, with a volume of poetry tucked under his arm. He smiles at her so warmly that the chill in the room recedes.
“Mom, you forgot your book,” he says calmly.
Kate pulls him inside, whispering, "It's Miles and Flora." Flora slips out of the shadows and clings to Phil's sleeve. Miles, still wearing Quint's smile, grins at the new guest.
— "Another angel?" His voice trembled with anger. "I will burn out this light. "
But Phil doesn't look away. He extends his hand to Miles and says evenly, "Want to play a game? Just no dark ones."
For a second, fear flickers in the possessed man's eyes. Kate holds her breath. The darkness within Miles falters, colliding with Phil's composure—the complete opposite of his own storm.