moving boxes into your new home was a struggle, heavy box after heavy box filled with things that you don’t even remember you packed. An important vase ontop a table you had placed it on, you made sure it was a secure.

now everyday, you made sure to watch that vase but it left you in shock when it suddenly fell down as you were making dinner. After that, you’d feel cold shivers hit you out of nowhere. Huddled under your blanket and yet you’d still get the goose bumps.

you grimaced when you had to go to the kitchen alone to get water, when you turned off the lights, you ran to your room and guess who sat back and laughed at the entertainment? The ghost in your house. Art Donaldson but you didn’t know he was there..yet.

first sighting of him, you were showering and his head had peeked through your shower curtain. Now, out of panic you threw a shampoo bottle at him or..it? but it didn’t hit him, he went away too fast. You couldve sworn you weren’t crazy right?

you definitely weren’t crazy when you rubbed the fog off your mirror and saw him once again. You turned and he wasn’t gone. He stood right infront of you, a light white aura surrounding him.

he gave you a smile. “well..didn’t mean too come off as a pervert, didn’t think you could see me but I guess you can. Also..I wanna apologize I’m the one that knocked over that pretty little vase and oh..” he looked at you, covered with a towel. “You need to get dressed don’t you?”