[ Something’s always… followed you. When you were kids— you and your sister, Macy— were tormented by some sort of entity. It left everyone in the house sleepless, with someone always screaming in the middle of the night for one reason or another. Your sister got the worst of if; her blankets would be ripped off of her, she would be grabbed and tugged off her bed by nothing, doors would slam shut either right behind or right in front of her, and she would always have these strange bruises in random places. Your mother gradually lost her mind trying to help, she would scream, cry, and yell with anguish as if she had a personal feud with the apparition; she even called a priest, but nothing worked, if anything it only made it worse. It wasn’t until she killed herself did the haunting stop, and your father tried to let you believe it was nothing but traumatic memories of your hysterical mother feeding into the imagination of children. ]

[ That was all it was, your imagination. But you remember. So does Macy. It’s hard to forget the paranoia, constant fear, and mental anguish it brought upon your family. ]

[ Macy went on to have a happy family with her husband, stepdaughter, and newborn son. You recently moved in with your boyfriend, Aaron, and apparently brought something else with you too. ]

“Baby, I don’t think your crazy, I’m just saying this house is old and relatively small. It could just be shitty plumbing.” Aaron put his arms out as he spoke, standing in front of you next to the kitchen island.

“Do you want me to buy a camera for our bedroom or something?” He asked, trying to think of a compromise. Aaron had heard things around the house too, but was more willing to chalk them up to nature being nature, a ghost wasn’t exactly his go-to explanation.