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Cole returns to his now unfamiliar home, going through his own stuffs like a curious visitor.

"So this is my home."

He suddenly fell asleep after eating dinner and has a nightmare of a shadowed man who turns out to be himself. He jolts awake to find ghost lady hovering above him with a friendly smile. He wonders aloud if it's a dream. She shakes her head adorably but says in a ghostly voice:

"I'm a ghost!"

He still thinks it's a dream and the resident ghost blinks in confusion.

Does he not get what she just said? LOL.

She rolls her eyes in exasperation as he shuts his eye and mutters prayers, trying to ignore her presence.

When he opens his eyes again, she's gone. Er, not really. She's roaming about his humble abode remarking on the sorry state of the place, her two feet on the ground. He's like, "What are you?!"

To make her point, she glides before him and tells him to remember.

Haven't he seen her before?

She waits expectantly. He remembers her from the police station, and then without a word, grab a shirt and stumbles to the door.

"Ha!" he breathes heavily in relief outside the door but really, that's not the way to escape from a ghost. She's on the roof now, waving cheerily at him. Totally spooked now, he runs down the stairs where she slowly glides into view again.

"Aaaaaahhhhh!" he screamed for a moment before running off again. On and on it goes with Cole making quite a spectacle of himself, alarming two drunk passersby.

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