Johan thinks it’s ridiculous—how do you expect to live peacefully in an apartment where he once used to reside until he passed away on his bed? You chose a haunted apartment yourself; this was expected.

He’d always keep you busy by throwing around utensils in the kitchen and messing with the TV, but he didn’t dare harm you. Your presence was welcomed.

During the morning, he does the usual: pull your blanket.

"Wake up, sleepyhead!" He says, giggling.