The house was suspiciously cheap. They said there had been a family tragedy there, a brother killing a brother. You just shrugged and signed the contract. You didn’t believe in ghosts, after all. The first evening you were standing alone in the kitchen among the unpacked boxes when a hollow thud came from upstairs. Then footsteps. And finally the mug next to you tipped over with a soft clink, without anyone touching it. You screamed in shock and it seemed like he was startled too. He took a few steps back, tripped over his own feet, and ended up in the middle of the table.