"I don't suppose you or your folks know who legally owns this house."

No idea.

"Because getting the power back on would be really convenient... I don't know where I'd start finding out, I guess Charlie might know."

That would be

The jacket shifts some.  The ghost inside maybe runs a hand through its hair.

I don't know what to say.

"That makes two of us?"

That sounds potentially expensive and definitely very good for me.  But maybe also somewhat good for you.

"I don't know how much it would cost and I don't have, like, a job, so I'm not promising anything."

Good.

But it's kind of you to consider it anyways.

"I assume you don't need the water for anything?"

Nope.

"What happened to the laundry machines, do you know? They would have been awfully big for someone to just loot."

They broke before we died.

"I guess that makes sense."

I mostly let people just take whatever except from my room.  By the time I'd done enough peacemaking with my parents to care about the rest of the house most of the good stuff was already gone.

"How come you let me in your room?"

I pretty much always let people in my room, I just don't let them take stuff out with them.

It's gotten easier over time, now that it's been so long and everything in here's fine even though the rest of the house isn't.  I don't have to be as spooky because the situation already is.

What do you do when people try to take - no.

"It was a little spooky, yes."

Thank you.  For not running screaming.  And trying to talk to me, and stuff.

"You're welcome."

No one's done that before.  Past learning who I was, at least.

"How many people know about you?"

Depends how you count it, I think.  The gossip mill / news coverage spread pretty far, some number of people came and left on their own, some went at the first slammed door or weird chill, four people have talked to me.  Plus you.

"And the four people... what, just left and never followed up?"

Yes?

"Weird."