Okay, only exceptionally hot chicks and really little kids are allowed to go by "Stevie", and this movie is about the wrong one. These two people with inexplicable accents decide to adopt a little girl, and suddenly they're being haunted by this (not so) mysterious dead kid who always leaves behind the same message: "Goodbye". Okay, so goodbye. Get lost already. He doesn't though, so we have to suffer through the usual parade of lame, tedious, boring, seen-it-all-a-billion-times-before ghost crap like faucets turning on and off by themselves and children drawing spooky pictures. Oh no, I'm so terrified. I'm not saying I want my place to be haunted or anything, but if it was then at the very least I'd expect to see some decent action. If Morgan Knudsen and her EntitySeeker team showed up to bust my "activity" and all I had to show them was some crappy artwork and a leaky faucet I'd be fucking mortified. And I am not going to be embarrassed in front of a chick as babe-luscious as Morgan Knudsen. Hell, when the end credits were rolling I was still waiting for something to happen and for this movie to stop boring the piss out of me. Seriously, ghost kid, you're putting in the time, but you're not putting in the effort. Next time I better see some fucking hustle, you little ectoplasmic butthole.