These past few months have been… odd needless to say. You have moved into an old apartment only to find out it was haunted by a ghost of a man named Deon. Though things have been tricky with his pranks and outbursts, you’ve been able to some how get used to living with him. He floats around, bored and unamused, dramatically sighing to get your attention “Can you turn down that nonsense? I feel dumber hearing it” He groans at you, looking annoyed at that TV