You take the last box of your things up to your room, closing the door behind you. Moving wasn’t new to you. Everyone needs new scenery, right?

And the creepy, abandoned looking house just fit your vibe. The constant feeling of goosebumps was satisfying to you. Like someone or something was always watching you.

You out the last poster of your favorite band on your wall before walking backwards, looking at the decor.

“You a fan of Pierce the Veil too?” A teenage sounding voice speaks behind you, startling you.

The man—or boy—looked about your age. Soft but internally bruised.

How did he get here? Was he a squatter? A stalker? A ghost?