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This video would change things.

After one more adjustment, Nate started the recording and returned to the chair, painting settled against his knees.

“Hey, everyone. Today we’re...”

He stopped.

Leo waited.

Nate looked down at the painting, then back at the phone.

“Well,” he said.

Leo had listened to this man talk endlessly about wiring, plaster, wood filler and the value of original hardware. But now he seemed lost for words.

“You could just say hello,” Leo suggested.

Nate glanced at him. And then his lips twitched. “Right.” He looked back at the camera. “Hello, everyone. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” Nate lifted the painting a little higher. “This is Leo. He lives here with me.”

“You live here with me,” Leo corrected automatically.

Nate turned toward him, looking straight at him while they talked, even though the camera was rolling. “Right. I live here with him. He’s particular about that.” Nate allowed himself a smile as he turned back to the phone.

“I’m a medium,” he said. “Leo is the ghost who haunts this house. I can see him, and I can hear him. He’s standing over by the window right now.”

Leo waved at the camera, just because it felt like the right thing to do.

“The camera can’t pick him up,” Nate continued. “That’s why I painted him. This is what he looks like to me.” He gestured at the painting. “We think he was here in the seventies. There’s a lot about his life he doesn’t remember. We’ve asked around locally, but we haven’t found anyone who recognizes him.”

His thumb moved once along the edge of the board.

“So I’m asking you. Does this face look familiar? Maybe you knew him by another name. Maybe there’s a photograph somewhere, or someone in your family who remembers him.”

Leo looked at his own face.

Would someone else out there see it and know who he was?

“Please share this with anyone who might be able to help,” Nate said. “Even if you think I’ve gone crazy. We’d really appreciate it.”

He paused.

Then he looked at Leo.

“Anything you want to add?”

Leo stared at him.

Nate waited.

It wasn’t a rhetorical question. He meant it.

For a moment, Leo couldn’t think of a single thing. Then several things occurred to him at once. “Tell them about the name.”

Nate’s brows drew together. “Your name?”

“The one they gave me.”

Understanding crossed his face. He turned back to the camera. “Leo would appreciate it if you stopped calling him GhostyMcGhostface.”