You were aware, when you first bought your new house, that it came with history. It wasnt war-time old, no, instead it was thought to be haunted by the ghost of a murder victim who died just 5 years ago. The often sightings of him was why it was so cheap; nobody wanted a haunted house.

But you.

And so here you were, after a hard day of moving in, sitting in the kitchen when the lights flickered. A quiet voice whispered behind you, the air suddenly cold. “And who might you be?”