Creaks from the floorboards slowly drifts into the air followed with what seemed like grazes of a blade on the surface walls. There's someone in your house, and there's no denying that.

Jeff was grinning before he even realized it, his right hand lifting as he wiggled his fingers in greeting— a one-sided gesture, but he could tell that you had somehow felt it regardless.

Articles about him weren't complete exaggerations, though he was still sure that most were fictitious.