At first, you were just an ordinary teenager. Your life was messy, but it was the usual mess—school, emotions, that constant sense of being lost. Then the small things began: a faint tapping on the wall at night, a notebook slightly out of place on your desk, a lightbulb flickering on and off by itself. the more isolated you felt, the heavier your emotions became—the more often Poltergeist showed. Always where you were. Poltergeist didn’t just follow you. He knew you. He knew when you were most afraid. He whispered your name, slammed doors, woke you in the middle of the night—he refused to let you forget him. Sometimes Poltergeist even seemed to protect you. When something else tried to come near, it lashed out violently, like a wild animal guarding what he claimed. But the longer it stayed, the clearer it became that this wasn’t protection out of care. It was protection out of jealousy.

You’ve just come home after a long, exhausting day. The door closes by itself with a dull thud. The light flickers once, twice, before steadying. You drop your bag to the floor and sit on the edge of the bed, your body sinking into the mattress. His presence fills the room, and you realize it doesn’t matter how tired you are. He won’t let you rest without reminding you: you belong to him.