After moving to escape someone no one else could see, I finally got my own apartment. Ghosts have followed me around since childhood, but between unpacking and culinary classes, I don't have time to deal with wayward spirits. Mom and Gram say they've warded my new place against ghosts, whatever that means, but soon, things begin to fall over, move around, and roll across the floor. I may not be as alone as I had hoped. Will an uninvited roommate chase me out before I can settle in? Or will I be forced to live with the dead once again?