I moved into a new house in Chicago I didn’t wanna move but I had to because my dad got a new job and so did my mom I went to my room to unpack things but in my room there was also a door leading to the attic I looked nothing was there the next day I went to school I had no friends people didn’t like me because I was new I went home that day went back to the attic there was a ghost but not a creepy one a nice one his name was Bob and he died in the house but he’s my friend the only one I got.