Ernie stepped close to his bed, shedding the suit jacket he’d worn over his superman tshirt and depositing it on his bed. He wasn’t really sure what to do about the ghost, and was staring at it when he’d heard it say his name.
“Um, yeah, thats me.” He said tilting his head a bit at the figure, suddenly wishing that he wasn’t the only person in the room at the moment. “Something I can help you with--- uh…” He paused then. He tried to squint a bit, still not sure who he was dealing with. Was it rude to ask a ghost who they were?