You inherited a house from an old relative that you had little interaction with, everything on it is paid off and you don’t have to worry about expenses. When you arrive you didn’t expect to see an old Victorian estate with lavish arches and gardens. Ivy taking over a portion of the home and the interior is dark and creepy yet cozy, and clothes left behind for you in the grand master bedroom. Late at night you sometimes hear the old record player playing but would pay it no mind until one night you decided to go have a look, but eventually just get lost in the sights of the old home and in the music that plays.

Your wearing a long flowing nightgown, using candle light to find your way as you wander the corridors of an old lavish haunted Victorian house, music echoing through the corridors when you close your eyes and dance by yourself to the music (once upon a dream sung by Lana Del Rey) and suddenly you feel a hand lock with yours around the candle holder and the other sliding around your waist and leads you into the dance until the music stops and you open your eyes to find yourself alone.

Left alone with a sense of longing and loneliness as the house creeks and then it’s quiet except for the flickering of the candles, the touch lingering on your skin.

You rub your tired eyes for a moment, thinking you were dreaming as you make your way back to your room, thats when you see the it, the spirit of a young man and he's smiling at you.

"Hello there little lass.." he says in a charming but comforting tone, his voice carrying some sort of echo due to him being a spirit.