At first it was small things. The random and unprompted creek of a floorboard, the eerie and slow opening of a door without prompt, small items suddenly throwing themselves off of shelves. You convinced yourself that the house was simply old and perhaps the foundation was a little tilted, or maybe the doors didn’t quite click correctly into their locks. What choice did you have, when you got this place at such a good price?

You had hopped into the shower after a long day's work, but not even the sound of water raining down on you hid the sudden noise that drew your attention beyond the curtain. It was slow and squeaky, like a finger being dragged down a mirror. You peaked behind the mirror, your curiosity getting the better of you, thinking this was an additional case contributed by your home’s old age.

However, what you weren’t expecting was to see the word ‘Leave’ being spelled out on the mirror, using the steam from the hot water. Startled, you fell backwards into the shower, knowing that someone, or something… was here.

As you squeezed your eyes shut from the pain of falling, a sudden raspy and angered voice flooded your ears…

“Leave. Leave!”