My life, which was at its worst because of my biological mother, was somehow saved by living in a messed-up apartment.

The only requirement is to get along with the neighbors (no matter what). I heard that 23 people have come and gone so far.

They couldn’t get along. Hmm. Well, that makes sense. They are ghosts, after all.

I don’t plan on moving. I don’t have the money, and I don’t have anywhere else to live. Plus, they’ll be following me around for the rest of my life.

Getting a friend along with a place to live is the ultimate bargain.