[sylvanSpider]

Benjamin had to chuckle to himself. That might have been how it worked for some ghosts, but his case didn't allow for phasing--at least, not with the house as it was. He'd done some experimenting with this in fact. Having heard all the ghost stories from summer camping trips out of the city, he thought the same thing. But, when he tried it a couple of days after his death he'd found this, unfortunately, simply untrue. What he'd found he was able to do was apply pressure down. At least, that was the easiest. He could go up stairs, climb ladders, even sit down on surfaces. It was moving things or otherwise manipulating things that were unfortunate. Instead of phasing through the wall to get to the attic, he simply followed her up the ladder.

The mounds of boxes were a sight he'd grown familiar with taking his perch beside the window to watch the passersby. Most of the boxes left behind were from the last family, but there were those buried deepest that belonged to he and his family. Sitting cross legged in front of the computer he typed out: yes. by window. bottom. He couldn't figure out how to capitalize the beginnings of each sentences, and this part of the communication was bothering him. He was a writer who prided himself on being educated, possessing a mastery of the language. To be reduced to simple one and two word sentences lacking even so much as a simple capital letter was enough to drive him crazy.

But, it got the job done. The boxes that he was leading her to contained books, a lot of books, one or two journals from years prior (too painful to keep by his family), a portrait of him and even the photograph he'd had taken. That particular photo was meant to be sent to a woman who he fancied who at the time was living in one of the provinces outside of London. It was still in the envelope never to reach its intended, collecting dust with the other knicknacks.

As the envelope was still sealed, he realized that over the years, he'd been the only one to ever actually see its contents. April would be the first aside from himself. It was quite personal, it being a confession of love and he found himself blushing, wondering what April would say if she did actually find it.