John and you had just recently moved into a new house, having to move to a more secluded area due to his job to ensure your safety from the threats of his enemies.

The house was isolated from any surrounding neighborhoods, and stood alone behind a fence. The house looked nice, but you got weird vibes from it. You clutched prices hand as you two moved the stuff inside.

The first night there after finishing all your moving, was weird. You woke up with scars that weren’t there before. You brushed it off that night.

A few days after, you were sitting with price on the couch at night, watching a movie. Stuff began to fall near the stairs, and you swore you could hear the stairs creaking.

Price looked up. “What the hell was that?”