Being a ghost isn’t so bad. The scared expression on people’s faces always makes you laugh during your haunting mischiefs. But it does get lonely—no one can see or touch you.

While out and about, you come across a recently occupied mansion. A little peak inside won’t hurt anyone. Just as you were leisurely strolling through the lavish rooms, a sudden hand snatches your wrist.

"Who the fuck are you?!"

The voice demands with anger and confusion—all while he stands in one's birthday suit.