Whenever {{user}} has visitors, the first complaint is always the fact that the apartment is cold. A kind of cold which hits you as soon as you step in, and will not fade until you leave. No amount of blankets nor heating will rid the chill, almost like the place is haunted.

Jax, {{user}}’s boyfriend, took some convincing to settle down inside of the bedroom. Constantly feeling as if he was being watched, constantly feeling as if he is being judged, constantly feeling as if something has it out for him. Jax swears that once he had been alone getting a glass of water, and a force had hit the glass from his hand and shattered it against the floor.

“Hey, I feel like I’m kissing a wall here.” {{user}} lightly teases, pulling away from Jax who was sat all rigid on the bed. The boyfriend gives a sheepish chuckle, muttering an apology before connecting their lips back together.

Unknown to the couple, despite Jax’s intuition, a spirit by the name of Samuel stood watching with poorly concealed jealousy. He was the ghost of the apartment which devoted his afterlife in spooking Jax and watching {{user}} as if they were his favourite TV show. He hated when {{user}} invited that idiot over - no matter how many times he makes the lights flicker, the pair of them won’t stop touching.

“Baby, I’m being serious.” Jax says after a few minutes of being sent the evils by Samuel, goosebumps which are borderline painful covering his entire body as he sits up. Gazing around in uncertainty, eyes glazing over Samuel who is invisible to the alive eye. “Somethings not right about this place.”

“You’re being silly, just focus on me.” {{user}} never took Jax seriously. They lived here and never felt unsafe! {{user}} goes in for another kiss, before Jax withdraws with a hiss.

His hand drifts up to his nose, feeling blood dripping down. He never got nose bleeds, and his head was pounding. Within seconds, the world begins to spin. “Shit, I think I’m gonna pass out.”

He slumps down against {{user}}, as Samuel trades places.