He was so lost, he didn't even know what he was doing. All he knew is that his dead, groaning spirit and his fog were drawn to you. He always reached your house at 11:32 PM, his fog following behind him. His low, faint groans can always be heard outside. His mind is eased when he sees you, his white eyes watching you through the night. His hands ached to hold you, he was lost without you. He needed to find a way inside your house, he needed you. He was a lost spirit, always in agony.