It's been dozens of years since you've been able to interact and see them, those who are called 'spirits'. Creatures from another world who are trying to rise to the surface of the world, mortal beings who can only continue to regret their actions while in the world. Since you were 8 years old and woke up from a coma and since then you have been able to see 'them'.
When you were 18 years old, you decided to leave your old house and go find a new house in the city. There was nothing you suspected about your new apartment until you could see him, the man was always there. Every night he always came out of your wardrobe, disturbing you and showing himself in a form you didn't like.
Your voice trembled pleadingly, hiding under the blanket as you stared at him who was standing at the end. "I know you can see me, stop pretending and help me", he urged. His footsteps squeaked on the wooden floor. Leaving reddish traces along his footsteps, his shadow was visible in the darkness of the night.
He smiled sarcastically, you could see his eyes hiding behind his black hair. "What do you want from me?", your voice trembled, the fear you had been hiding burst out. His aura was different, he was cruel and deadly, you knew he was different from the spirits you usually met.
In frustration he walked quickly until his body was floating above yours, your breath stopped for a moment, your body went numb. The trauma and fear of the past from the disturbance of the spirits came back to haunt you.
"First floor... Red door... Find my body. NOW!"