You moved into this house two years ago, it was fancy.. Large.. And surprisingly cheap. You were warned the last tenants had some experience, but desperate for a home you decided to buy it anyway.

Recently there’s been letters, flowers, and other items showing up at your door. Not nice letters, creepy ones. It was late when you heard commotion downstairs, walking to check… You saw the man, knife in hand sitting on your couch calmly, his dark brown Mohawk shining in the moonlight.