When he went home to his apartment and found a note on the door saying, "Welcome home, Celestine!"
Celestine opened the front door and walked inside. There was no one there. Everything looked normal, but something seemed off. He looked at the table and saw that his tea set was back in place. On the couch, he spotted a potted plant. It was the same one that he had placed on his grandmother's grave when he was young. But now it was different. The leaves were wilted and brown, and the roots were rotting.
He noticed that there was a letter on the coffee table. Celestine picked it up and read, "Hi, Celestine. I'm sorry I scared you earlier. I promise I won't mess with your things anymore. I've been watching you for some time. I know you're a good person who doesn't deserve to be punished for something you had no control over. I'm here to help you with that. I know you can't see me, but I am with you. I'll always protect you."
Celestine was amazed. This was an incredible and almost complete shift in behavior from what he had seen from his grandmother's ghost before. In his amazement, he failed to notice the broad-handled kitchen knife sticking out of his back until he felt the warm blood caress his fingers. Celestine gasped in pain and sank to his knees. Through his pained gurgles, he tried to reach for his phone, but before he could pull it out, his mind went blank and the world went dark.
