I'm gonna wait for a couple more posts but I have a plan!
Cal has to want something from this house. If he's willing to pay millions of dollars to get the problem solved (without himself having to risk his life), then there's got to be something here that's worth a lot to him. But what's so scary about a bunch of vase-throwing ghosts?
To me: Nothing.
So I made this one ghost something . . . more. And I made it so there's something physical in this house. A monster . . . something that can kill you.
The problem for me is that we have to be nice to the ghosts and solve their problems inside . . . not an easy thing for an all-brawn person to do. I need something to fight. Something I can kill.
Thus I created something. You can use it, or not. I am.
>.> About the love triangle thing, I think it's a good idea, ye just could use to decide who&who-vs. who.
For I who am poor have only my dreams I spread my dreams under your feet . . .
. . . tread softly for you tread on my dreams.
We are masters of our silences, and slaves of our words
I think the love triangle is going to be june and kamria for ivan lol. If that is okay with you and @umaima also for the monster thing that would be great
Woah epilepsy..that's new,woah that adds a twist,and @blacknether12 that's a good Idea because I wasn't sure how I got attacked yet as ghosts aren't physical.
'Be yourself;everyone else is already taken' ~ Oscar Wilde
So I'm going to give the red headed girl the ability to show us her memories. I feel like this would help our characters understand why she can't move on yet. The other ghosts can have this ability as well, I don't know, I just felt like she should be more solid to the people than the other ghosts. I was also thinking that they can only show us major parts of their memories, like weddings, births, and their deaths.
For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion. — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
also for the monster thing that would be great 
