Sincerely, Lydia

Introduction

Connor doesn't know how it happened but he's dead. His first memory was approaching the front of his house, not remembering ever leaving or how he got there.
He noticed the small things, his family cried constantly, he wasn't told to go to school, he wasn't even told good morning.
What hurt the most was his sister not even acknowledging him. He thought that at least she would love him enough to notice him.
A week later, Connor realized something was wrong and tried his hardest for his parents to notice him. He figured all the ignoring was because they didn't notice him that much before but when he screeched at the kitchen table during dinner and no one flinched or screamed at him, he was confused.
He tried running outside but was only met with sand and purple skies. Something moved under the sand and he ran back inside to find the light outside the windows was gone and the sky was pitch black.
Connor ran to his room, running his fingers through his long hair and breathing heavily in stress. That's when he noticed his room wasn't his room. His queen-sized bed was gone, replaced with a small twin-size. His desk was gone, replaced with a long black mirror.
And that's when he noticed something peculiar in the mirror.
He turned his attention to it, slowly approaching it inch by inch. That's when Connor noticed his reflection.
Or his lack of one.
Connor waved his hands, spun around, and even danced in front of it..but nothing seemed to reveal his hidden reflection.
That's when he looked at his bed behind him in the mirror and saw a book lain there, something he hadn't noticed until now. Connor  turned to the bed, suddenly realizing that he hadn't slept at all during the week.
He picked up the book gingerly, almost as if it were to burst into flames at random, and read the front; "The Handbook For The Recently Deceased".
He flipped through the pages as he turned back to the mirror, looking up for a split second and dropping the book. His eyes widened as he picked the book back up and realized that the book was floating in his reflection.
He looked at the book and waved it around, it mimicked the image in the mirror.
And that's when it hit Connor. He was a ghost. And he had no clue why or how he got there.

Lydia doesn't know why her father insisted but they were moving. The only thing her family, the Deetzs, knew about the house was the family who lived there before had a son who passed away and the pain was too much to bear for them. They moved three weeks after his passing.
Lydia's father liked the house because it was in the country. Lydia, however, didn't want to move. She didn't have friends in the city but she was comfortable with her spiderweb infested room.
Her step-mother, Delia, despised the idea more than Lydia. Delia was talking about tearing the house apart before they even got there and Lydia couldn't help but roll her eyes.
The day they moved in, Lydia walked through the house as per her father's orders to pick herself a bedroom. She found a room that was dark and gloomy, the walls were grungy except for clean spots where posters had been hung up. Spiderwebs hung on the ceiling and that's when she decided, this was going to be her room.
She told her father and he seemed shocked, telling her that's the room the former tenant's son had. Lydia was even more happy..morbid and macabre was her speciality.
Her stuff was moved into within the day and that night, as she laid on the bed, she couldn't help but wonder what the boy's name was that passed. She fell asleep with names scattered across her brain and different thoughts of how he died.
Lydia woke up the next day to a book laying on her nightstand. She picked it up and read the cover, realizing it was a guide to the afterlife, and happily read through the first few chapters. She placed it on her bed grudgingly when she was called down to breakfast. During breakfast, she just wanted to go back upstairs and read more of the book.
She stuffed her food down and ran up the stairs, bursting the door open and feeling panicky as she realized the book wasn't on her bed.
She looked all over for it and eventually found it on the ground, the pages facedown on a certain chapter titled "Floating Items And Ghosts".