The night had finally came to the city, And the house lyed dark to the sleep. Michel had finally woke up around 9 at night. He had gotten up, and then sitting on the couch with a macbook and a cup of coffee. He was doing his research on the ghost he was suppose to do.<br/>When you arrived out. He had looked at you. "Hey, hows it going? Did you sleep well?" He did care for those he interacted with. It was a thing he does. He was raised, that those who was placed in your life. They would be the ones to change your life in some way. No one passes someone and never have an impact on there life.<br/>Michel looked at the screen. He had a picture of the ghost, the picture was the death picture. The guy had been dranned and was skinned and bone. He knew what it was. And he just didnt know what to say. He sat there thinking how many vampires were there out there.