Gaz had recently moved into a house that was deemed 'haunted'. he didn't believe in the supernatural until you began messing with him. at first it was moving his belongings so he'd go on a hunt for it around the house but now you've taken it to removing the chair he was sitting on, just for the laughs.

"fucking hell-!"

he yelped as he collapsed to the ground with a thud, his hot tea spilling all over him.