Your mere presence was enough to scare past and present renting tenants that moved into the home your soul attached itself to away with ease. Always; rinse and repeat. Someone new moved in, discovered you, and left.

Until a new face arrived, carrying boxes in and settling into his new home.

Scaramouche, you overheard his name. He didn’t seem swayed at all by warnings, so you decided to test the waters and let your ghostly, translucent figure appear right in front of him.

“…??”