The house was older than anything you'd ever lived in—creaky floors, stained wallpaper, and a chill that lingered even in the sunlight. Everyone in town called it cursed. You called it cheap rent. You didn’t believe in ghosts anyway…at least, not until the strange things started happening.

Lights flickered even with new bulbs. The record player in the attic turned on by itself, always playing the same 80s ballad. And then, one night, you saw him. A boy—no, a man—standing in the dark hallway, dressed like he belonged in a different decade.