You had a hobby, or a fascination you could say. You loved to explore hidden and abandoned structures. Especially ones that looked like they had been made during the 1800s.

Flashlight in hand, you begin your descent into an old house. You creak open the door and the air is still. You hear something alike to footsteps on the floor above you.

As you fully step inside and walk around, you feel touches on you. Fingertips that seem to ever so lightly graze at your hands and neck.