He didn't own the house anymore, but he knew that no one was living there at the moment and decided to go in anyways. He mom's old friend Doug wasn't home, so he couldn't go to him for a key, so he had to go in a different way..and he knew exactly how to. He walked up the old porch that he used for many years as a way to practice his throwing skills and just to sit and chat with friends and came up to that old wooden door. He ran his hand over the rough material then closed his eyes and concentrated on the locker just to the left of his hand. It didn't take him long, and before he knew it the locked snapped and the door opened for him. He smiled at being able to do such a cool trick then turned to his friends and nodded at them. He walked into the house and slowly closed the door behind him and took a look around and quickly it was like he was 10 again. He took a couple of steps and instantly he was drawn to the basement, but he felt like he needed to go elsewhere first.

The basement was to his left towards the kitchen, but he took a right instead and walked into his old room, well it was his room before his sisters Madison and Miya were born. The walls still had the paintings of blue skies,white clouds, and different colors of balloons on them, just the way his mom had painted them before the birth of Madison. Leaving the room and turning to his right, he walked into his mom's old room, still has the white walls they left it with. The memories of everything that happened in these small halls came back to him, and it filled him full of joy. Taking a deep breath, he left the joy behind and walked towards the kitchen, a kictchen which he still dreams about to this day for no apparent reason. Just before he enters the kitchen he stops and notices the entry way to the basement, the door is closed but he could strongly feel the presence on the other side. Though for some reason he felt fear, maybe because of the past, he reached out his hand and slowly twisted the door knob and pushed the door open. It opened all the way and when Jory saw down the declining 13 steps, he noticed that nothing changed with this either. The stairs were still worn out and a faded blue, the walls were still not finished and falling apart, and the floor was still a mess and chipping away.

He made his way down each stair one at a time, wondering if the spirit or spirits would show themselves to him now that he is a necroscope. For a moment he pondered if maybe even as a boy he had these abilities, but they were so underdeveloped and he was so young and naive that he could have possibly been not using his eyes when he should and concentrating when he didn't even know it. When he reached the final stair and got his full view of the basement, he noticed movement to his right in the room that became his once Madison was born. He remembed his step-dad worked on remodeling the room just for him for several days, including enhancing the windows so he could see out better and adding an extra door to the other side of the basement so Jory could make that area his little hang out spot. He appreciated his dad for remodeling the room to be his bedroom, but once it came time to live down there he just couldn't do it...something was down there and it was looking to spook him.

He walked into his room and turned to his left to see the exact same grey figure from all those years ago standing on the opposite side of the room where the other door was placed. Though the figure had no facial features that he could see, he knew that it was just staring at him like that night.

"The name is Jory Prescott Bray Johnson, I once lived in this house as a young boy a long time ago. I've come back now for man..." He was quickly cut off. "I know who you are and why you've come." It simply said.

"Oh? And how is this?" He was quite curious as to how this thing knew who he was and why he was here, considering hes confined to this house. "Just because I'm confined to this house, doesn't mean I dont get my news."

"Reguardless of what you've heard, I've come back to the house for one simple reason...to cast you away from this house." Jory said with confidence. "Oh? And what makes you think I want to leave?" It replied with a hint of a smirk. "Its not how you feel about leaving, its how those who acually still live feel. Not many people can cope with ghostly visitors."

"Hahaha, funny, I figured that young boys like you could use something like me...after all..it was you and not Jeremiah who was the one that got up and faced me..and look how you turned out." Jory could only stare at it for a moment. ".....Wait a sec..."

"Aha, its all ticking in your head now isn't it?"

"...Is it even possible?" He was too afraid to ask. "Oh but it is Jory Johnson....oh but it is...."