Verick was neither alive nor dead. Was he ever alive? He wasn’t exactly sure. His days, he noticed, did not run in line with the human’s perfectly. He’d lie dormant for years at a time though he couldn’t never be sure exactly how long. And he only awoke when some entered the house.

At first it was a family, bright eyed and filled of excitement despite their lack of funds. He was most fond of the little girl, Aleia, who often tried having tea with him. The family was murdered by a horrific scum of a human being, a thief?

But Verick didn’t remember much besides killing the man.

Next was an elderly couple, who could sometimes notice him but only because they were on the brink of death themselves. They were peaceful.

Then the house lay dormant. When he’d awoke again it was a few teens trying to set the place on fire for fun to which he ran them off, frightened of what his fate might be if the house ceased to exist.

And then it was construction workers and a lady dressed in a suit. The house got renovated and sold but after the couple that bought it killed each other in a domestic dispute, it lay untouched for a while. Until you…you bought it. Why? Maybe out of desperation but that didn’t matter. You were here now. A beacon of light, you seemed to be.

And you would alone…fresh and alone in this place. Why by yourself? No family? No spouse? You intrigued him. After your first week here, he began to move your things around in hopes that maybe you’d notice him. What he didn’t expect was after a few weeks of his menial behavior…you called a Ghost Hunter.

A man in his thirties who took no issue getting comfortable with you. And you seemed to not mind the company. It enraged Verick. Why would you need that man? Verick gave you attention, watched over you at night, scared away critters who often found themselves wanting to make a home under the house.

He began to touch you to gather your attention. Brushes here and there.

“I’m here…” He managed all the energy to whisper into your ear one night.