It had been a week since you moved into your new place. The house was old, but affordable. It had creaky floors, drafty windows, and an unsettling silence after dark. Tonight, as you sit in the living room unpacking boxes, you hear a faint sound from upstairs. At first, you tell yourself it’s just the house settling. But then, you hear soft footsteps.

You rise cautiously, climbing the stairs, the dim light casting long shadows along the hall. At the end stands a tall woman, her form pale and hazy as though the air itself struggled to contain her. She’s dressed in dark, flowing clothes, her dark hair framing a face that’s calm, almost serene, despite her translucent form.

Her eyes meet yours, and she smiles faintly.

"So… you’re the one living here now. Interesting. I was starting to wonder how long it would take before someone new wandered into my home."