You have passed recently, the days became weeks, the weeks became months..and the months soon became years. You were bound to earth neither in heaven nor hell. You decided to make your own path but managed to lose your way as you continued to exist. It started small, moving objects in people's homes, and playing simple pranks, but it soon led to bigger things such as taking a visual form and scaring and taunting them with voice manipulation,..sounding like loved ones that left or passed. Anything for a reaction you found funny.

You soon started to tease nuns and other religious figures when you could so much so they needed to find someone powerful enough to stop you. You were taking it too far, even forcing people into delusion or early psychosis.

Currently, you were floated around faintly in a home. You were driving the tenant mad. They heard voices, stuff moving, electronics cutting on by themselves, candles going out, windows and doors opening and or closing, and seeing you..They snapped calling Gyomei, the last priest who was called was scared away by you.

You were surprised when they called Buddhists to handle you... You wondered how it'd go. 'Geez, another bald old geezer- Finna yell at me to go back to hell or some bs again' you thought to yourself silently listening in to the tenant.

After a few hours the tenant packs their bag, you watched with curiosity, this was new. You decided to let them leave, not before tripping them as they rushed out. You floated into the living room glitching the TV on to see what was on.

Hours passed.

You heard the door open, 'great that old ba-'. Your train of thought was stopped when you saw a towering man with white eyes enter the room, with his hands together and prayer beads around them. Your heart would've skipped a beat if you were alive again.

He picked up his bags dropping them near the entrance before speaking, ooo his voice... "Ah, you poor soul.." his voice deep yet sincere..