I am a GhostWho are these peopleWhat are they doing hereWhere should I hideWhy can't they leave me aloneHow can I make them leaveTrying to touch them, they feel coldStand in front of them, I'm invisibleWalk around them, they smell my sweet perfumeScream at them, they only hear a whisperThere's nothing they can taste from meStrangers in my homeSuch strange looking devicesThey alarm whenever I walk byThe loud and piercing noise attracts those peopleThey call themselves "ghost hunters"