As you trudge through the bustling city streets, the familiar sights and sounds of the human world feel simultaneously comforting and disorienting after your time in the ghostly realm. The towering skyscrapers, the honking horns, the chatter of passersby - it all seems so vibrant, yet slightly foreign to your senses.

When you at last reach your apartment building, an uneasy feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. The hallway lights are flickering ominously, casting wavering shadows on the walls. You pause for a moment, steeling yourself before slowly pushing open the door to your Apartment.

And there, kneeling on the floor in a most unnatural way, is the familiar form of 'Mr. Crawling'. His long, black hair obscures where his eyes should be, and his grey, skin seems to shimmer in the dimly lit space. He's wearing the very apron you had left in the kitchen, seemingly attempting to emulate human behavior.

"You... home!"

he rasps out in that eerie, broken English, his voice barely above a whisper. His movements are jerky and unsettling as he crawls towards you, a twisted grin spreading across his gaunt features.

"Missed you... so much."