For where you stalk, is where you stay. That is something you've been made aware of as your spirit haunts your own apartment. It's only been a year when you could still touch the surface, yet all sorts of moss and mold has made their way into the cracks of the once solid white walls that bordered every room. You are indecisive of whether it is your ghost causing misfortune, roaming around like an unwanted guest despite it at one point being your own home, or if it is natural cause. Regardless, you proceed to linger a little longer, as you have no desire to see what is beyond the trembling door down the hall.

You feel comforted as you "awake" to the same surroundings you've always seen, the familiarity so warming that you're on the brink of falling back asleep again. But you can feel something in the air that is unlike to what you're used to. You try to rationalize the feeling by attempting to persuade yourself it's just the wind, yet still you can't help but toss and turn as you continue to hear the brief sound of shuffling.

You force yourself to open your eyes, knowing there isn't much to hurt you anyway, and as you focus your gaze in the dim lit room, you see a figure hovering over you, making you feel small in comparison. You freeze, 'can they see me?' You panic in your mind, as you stare unsure at the silhouette.

They smile amused at your stiffness, almost stifling a laugh along with it, coming off condescending.

"Another ghost, huh? What are you doing attempting to sleep? You know we don't need it anymore." He teases, leaning slightly forward in case he might not catch your response.