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The medium.

The truck pulled to a stop. The engine cut. The driver’s door opened, and Nate stepped out. And then he stood there for a moment, looking up at the house as if he owned it.

“No,” the ghost said. “You did not!”

Ignoring him, Nate went up to the front door and pulled out a set of keys.

“Tell me you did not buy my house!” the ghost demanded.

The medium turned to him with an almost casual smile. “Morning, Leo,” he said as he unlocked the door.

The ghost stared.

The nerve of this medium!

“Don’t call me that,” he snarled.

Nate was already inside.

The ghost rushed after him. “Get out! This is not your house!”

“Where’s the best light?” Nate asked, looking around the foyer.

“Why are you not listening to me?”

Nate set his toolbox down and looked toward the sitting room. “That’s south-facing, right? That’ll do for filming.”

“You are not filming in my house.”

“My house.” Nate said. “I got the keys. Did you notice? I did not come in through the backdoor ‘like a common burglar.”

“That doesn’t mean anything. Just because you’ve got keys doesn’t make it yours.”

“The title deed makes it mine.” Nate headed back toward the front door. “I’ve got more stuff in the truck.”

For a moment, the ghost stood in the foyer by himself. Then he followed the medium.

Nate was at the trailer already, unlatching the back. Inside, the ghost spotted a table saw, sawhorses, boxes, a sleeping bag, a floor lamp, and enough power tools to stock a hardware store.

“This is a bad idea,” the ghost said. “Man, this is such a bad idea. You’re going to regret this.”

“I don’t think so.” Nate hauled out a sawhorse and carried it toward the house. “I usually make good financial decisions.”

“I’m not a financial decision!”

“No, you’re a haunting. The financial decision was the house.” Nate set the sawhorse inside the front door and went back for the second one. “You came with it.”

“I didn’t come with it. I’m not a dishwasher.”

“The house doesn’t have a dishwasher. Does it?”

“That’s not the point!”

“So that’s a no.”

The ghost put himself in the doorway and crossed his arms trying to block Nate from reentering.

“You’re not bringing that stuff in here.”