"I know." He said.

"How did you-"

"Because." Lesley interrupted. "You could see me. The only people who can see me are the people who need me."

"Who said I needed you?"

"I could touch you couldn't I?" He said.

"What?" I was confused.

"I am a poltergeist for crying out loud! What makes you think that, somehow, you can see me, touch me. But everyone else can't..." His voice turned, well, sad.

"I- I'm sorry..." Suddenly I felt sympathetic.

"It's fine. It's my job to-" He stopped mid sentence. "Where is this place anyway?" His finger pointed to the phone, to the picture of me.

"How- how would I know?" If I have no memory, then how does he expect me to remember? "Wait... That's the cellar."