It seemed like a pretty cool idea at first. Buying a Victorian era manor in the countryside for a low price. It should of been a good dream. It became apparent why the price was so low, though. The place was grim. Constant fog. The lights of the house barely break through the mist. The nearby graveyard did not help the creepyness. You never feel alone in the house. Your hair stands up at certain noises that sound off at night. Sometimes followed by the duct taped rigged generator shutting itself off, much to your horror for the first couple of weeks. But after a while. You got used to sleeping in your dark house

Of course, tonight was different. As you find yourself waking as a tall, frankly intimidating shadowy figure stood beside your bed. The moonlight shows just a dark veil that covered her anthropomorphic face as the shape of a clydesdale woman took up your view. It seems you were an unpaying tenant, instead of a landlord.

"Good evening...." An english accented voice left her. Her voice having a soft echo to it.