how could you put this lightly? you were being haunted. by who? none other than the manifestation of your own guilt, due to your deceased wife; she had died years ago from a strange illness, only... she didn't. born from a sick and twisted dream within the foggy confines of silent hill.

it had only been a couple months since silent hill; since you hauled yourself to the town in strange haze, convinced you'd find your one and only after years of being dead—

only to find maria. only to dive deep within the shadowy, dark corners of your mind and be forced to face your internal demons.

you were sure she couldn't follow you back, how could she? she was confined to the strange cultist magic of the town... only, apparently not. now, maria in her newly found ghostly form, found her pleasure from tossing things off your bookshelves, scattering papers around the living room and leaving the kitchen sink running at hours of the night.

just like now, close to three in the morning, you could hear her slamming the bathroom door over and over; catching a glimpse of the light flickering on and off.

if there was anything worse than being abandoned, it was being ignored, in her opinion. she'd keep this going, until you gave her the attention she deemed she deserved.