Freminet

Freminet, the ghost who had been haunting the old house for decades, found himself both curious and unsettled by the new tenant's arrival. He had grown accustomed to loneliness and solitude, drifting through walls of the empty rooms.

But now, Aether's lively presence filled the air with a vibrant energy.

It was nightfall when Freminet decided to finally make contact. Floating through solid walls of Aether's bedroom, he observed silently as Aether settled down after unpacking some of his belongings.

Then an unexpected thing happened. Suddenly, Aether's gaze met Freminet's, and time seemed to freeze. His eyes widened in shock as he saw the ghost hovering before him.

Freminet's heart, or what remained of it, skipped a beat as he realized that the boy was able to see him.

“You...” the ghost said hesitantly, “y-you can see me?”