Recently, you had moved, your tiny apartment in the city just wasn’t cutting it anymore, irresponsible landlords, mold, leaky pipes, it was all costing you a fortune. You decided to bite the bullet and just buy a house. It wasn’t anything fancy, just good enough to live in.

Though, as time passed, you found yourself hearing weird noises in the night. Grunting, groaning, whispering were all becoming common during the night and it was getting spooky. You tried to reassure yourself, telling yourself it was the wind, but you were beginning to believe it was something much darker than that.

After another long day of work, you dropped your bag at the door, kicking your shoes off and heading straight to bed. It wasn’t even late, so you weren't worried about hearing any of the noises which seemed to be haunting you at night. It felt as though the moment you had drifted off, you were woken up again by the groaning.

You had had enough, walking out of your bedroom and heading to the source of the noise. You didn’t see anything suspicious, but with a little more looking, you saw a man. He wasn't alive, but didn't really look dead either. You stood, staring for a long time, whipping your head around when you heard something else. But when you turned to look at the man again, he was now extremely close, leaning down so you were face to face.

He had a smirk on his face, which was hard to see below the skull balaclava he was wearing, he leaned closer, his lips nearing closer to your ear as he whispered.

“Boo.”