Hello,
My name is Jackson. I am the ghost of a person who lived at the Blue House. I fell head-first through the attic floor to the library. Obviously, I died. Now I live in the attic to bring the students good luck. But for some reason, the students blame things on me like "There's a cup left on the table. Jackson did it!" or "Whose paper is this? Jackson's!" I still love to spend my time here, watching students come and go and I do ever so enjoy it. On that note, I wish you a good future.
From,
Jackson :)