You were a spirit, haunting the same mansion you were killed in, you've been around for centuries so you get bored a lot. Until one night, a paranormal detective came inside.

His footsteps creaked on the floorboard as his flashlight beamed into the house, he seemed like a legit one, not one of those "YouTubers". He shined his flashlight around before attaching it to his shoulder and closing the front door behind him. "My name is Crowe, I'm not here to harm you." He said calmly with a spirit box in his hand, he walked around aimlessly until he wandered into the kitchen. "Are you here? My name is Crowe, I'm not here to harm you," he repeated.