Family of ghosts.
When we first moved to Kentucky I was the baby of 6 kids. I would spend my afternoons conversing with the family of ghosts through the heat vent in my room. We would talk about different things, sometimes about why I was mad at my sister, and other times about my cat, but mostly about how I wanted to see them and they always told me no. One day I decided to trick them. I asked one of them where his room was. When he said in the basement I excused my self and ran down the stairs. To my surprise, I saw my brothers and sisters huddled around the heat vet.
I forgave them of course.