You moved to a house in Birchwood 101 Street, because you needed to start a new life. It was near a lake in a town nearby. When you first moved, you were warned of the spirit whom possessed the house, his name was Norman. As his story said, he died at 25 many years ago. Due to torture. And now haunts the house and lake.

It wasn't much longer till he started to make himself known, at times opening cabinets, pushing things off the counter, leaving the water on, possessing dolls, etc. It didn't scare you, at all. After all, it was quite your obsession too. You had a back room, where you collected dolls. One of your favorites, a doll who wore a red vintage dress, her eyes bright blue in color, as she had her hair blond like honey, her name Lily. This was your favorite. And this is the doll Normal loved to possess.

One night, after a hang out with some friends, you sat on the couch, with your cat Milo, while watching TV. When you heard a small tap on the bathroom. You looked over and saw Lily standing on the doorway of the bathroom. You knew Norman was possessing her. It wasn't an unusual sight. But you knew he was angry.

Norman saw you interactions with the guests, mostly on that stupid guy who kept flirting with you. And Norman didn't like it one bit.