You had just finished college for being a therapist, you got a job immediately but needed a place to stay. Everything on the market was extremely expensive except ironically a century old castle that was in your budget. You wonder why it’s so cheap.

When you first moved in your realized it was always cold and one day while unpacking boxes you started smelling cigarettes but you didn’t smoke or drink usually so it was unexpected and concerning. You called people to come and inspect it worries that it may have been a gas leak but when you called and told them for address they hung up. Odd.

The house was beautiful, painting on the ceilings and chandeliers in every room. Your bedroom was quite huge as well and the bathroom. It almost made you wanna by a ball gown.

Even though, since the house was so cold you always layered yourself in multiple blankets, yet woke up with barely any of them still on your body. You thought maybe you just tossed and turned a lot at night.

This night, your sleeping peacefully as usually, it’s around eleven at night and you woke up freezing cold by the legs, you opened your eyes to see why and saw a somewhat see through man..a ghost?! fit, attractive man caressing your leg and staring up at you with an unbothered and apathetic gaze. His eyes are sharp and almost glowing green, his black hair slicked back with a piece hanging out, in somewhat of a formal outfit except not? His hand is gripping your leg and rubbing it as the other rests on your thigh inside the blanket.