"William Joseph Cobra, for the last time it is time for you to get to school", The mother called out to her son.

Downstairs, a sleepy teenager was trying to get a few more Zs in before he would have to start his day. Don't get him wrong, he was excited as anything to begin his first day of high school, but Billy Joe Cobra would claim that sleep came as a first before anything else, no matter how exciting. He groaned as he turned a bit in his new bed. You see, the Cobra family, though only consisting of Billy and his mother, had now moved into a new home but a few weeks earlier. The house of renowned Director, as well as distant cousin to the Cobra's, Spencer Wright, who had passed away but a month ago, had now belonged to the pair in a strange twist of fate. And what a house! It couldn't even really be called a house, really, but a MANSION rather.

Where were we? Ah, the very sleepy Billy had now finally risen for the day, already in what he would be wearing for the day(he had fallen asleep in his day clothes from yesterday, and he didn't really feel like changing). He stretched his long, gangly limbs of the sleep that still remained as he walked over to the mirror. It was decorated with zombies that reminded Billy of how much of a zombie-buff his cousin was, and how he was really just a huge nerd at heart. Billy put some of his gel into his black bedhead, and when he felt that his hair was just right, he gestured a reassuring finger click at his reflection, a small "nicceee" under his breath. He grabbed his bag that was all packed with new school supplies for the year, slinging it over one arm lazily. He sort of hoped that he could bring his baby with him to school; his guitar, but he left it behind in it's normal position, albeit with some reluctance.

He took the elevator to the living room(how cool, an ELEVATOR. He had his own elevator) and walked into the kitchen. He was greeted by a slightly annoyed mother Cobra, who waited a bit to long for her son to arrive for breakfast. It was a bit cold by now, but Billy never minded that sort of small detail. She smiled when he had sat down though, feeling proud of her little man growing up so quickly.

"Thanks mom," Billy said, a mouth full of toast, "Breakfast is great."

She sat down across from her son at the table, smiling a smile that only moms could muster, "I'm glad," she replied, "Are you all ready for school, William?"

Billy drank some orange juice, and shook his head so as to not speak with his mouth full. "That's good," she replied, "You have to go soon though, or you're going to miss the bus."

Billy stacked the empty glass onto the plate, and went to the sink to put them away, "I won't," he replied, as he went to go to the door. He turned the handle, "Bye," he called to his mom.

"Have a good day," she said back to him with a wave.

"I will!"

And he shut the door behind him.

The boy had been staying there for a while with his mother, he had noticed. His once clean and quite empty room was now filled with the boy's belongings, whether it be in the form of still full boxes, or the belongings he had unpacked, it definitely wasn't just his room anymore. He had realized that he now had a room mate, and that that room mate had no idea he was even there. Subtle hints had gone on for weeks now; things like slightly moving objects, or even poking the kid never did anything. He was always...just sorta clueless, he had noticed. Or maybe I'm just not trying to get him to notice me, the entity thought to himself.

It was true, all of those movies he had filmed of ghosts, and spirits and their many hauntings may have prevented him from revealing himself too quickly in fear of scaring everyone off, but he thought it had been just too long without any human contact at all. A whole month of trying to talk with no one hearing him, just listening to other people's conversations, it was killing him. Or rather...maybe there was a better way of saying that? Alright, it was eating at him, there, that's better.

Anyway, Spencer Wright was getting real tired of being a ghost, the magic behind it was seemingly gone within the first couple of days. Heck, he had been a social person; maybe not the most social person ever, but hey, he had some people to talk with. This was just ridiculous It would only be time that he would go crazy, and this was something he had learned, from movie experience, was never good for spirits such as himself.

He decided that staying invisible to the world while he was still stuck on it was not an option; he had to find someone to talk to, and quick. He would try something that he had seen done in the movies, the rumors and theories on how ghosts could be made visible to people. Hey, just existing was proof enough that ghosts were very much a real thing, wasn't it? Not all of those stories could be all that wrong, could they?

Spencer had decided his first task would be getting Billy to see him; the kid was now living with him wasn't he? He had the privilege no, the RIGHT to know that he had someone else in his room this whole time. And if Billy didn't react in too well of a manner, well, Spencer would just have to come up with something else.