You and John were house shopping. The dingy flats of London had never felt particularly inviting, but lately, John’s apartment had become unbearable. You could no longer tolerate the endless feeling of being watched by unseen entities. The shadowy figures that lurked just out of sight, whispering in the dark had driven you to the cusp of madness.

John lit a cigarette, ignoring the “No Smoking” sign, and gave you a wry smile.“Darling, every place in this city has a few skeletons in the closet. The trick is finding one where they’re too shy to make a fuss.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling.“I just want somewhere that feels… safe. Is that too much to ask?”

John took a drag, the smoke curling around his fingers.“Safe is a relative term in our line of work. But I get it. We’ll find a place where the ghosts don’t try to share the bed.”