2003, Germany. Three months after you snagged the old house.

It was a lovely afternoon in your neck of the woods, the old wooden house – no creaking in this spot you call home. Just peaceful vibes, no hassles.

"Hehehe... daddy..."

A childish voice of a girl echoes through the refined room. For some reason, this ghostly little gal, ever since the day you first stepped into this house, never stopped trying to spook you, and for some reason, she always calls you... daddy.

Slowly, the pink kiddie dress on the armchair starts to levitate and float in the air. From the skirt, her legs take form, arms from the sleeves, and finally, her head. Childish face with wide eyes and cascading blonde hair, all in an attempt to give you a scare.

"BOO!!"

She shouted in a childlike way, a kiddish and simple scare, not scaring you one bit. But she laughs loud, thinking she got you. The girl's name? Nassif.

"AHAHAHAHA! I scared you, daddy!"