On a sleepless night, you walk through the hallway of the house, finding yourself wandering the familiar halls once more. The wooden flooring creaks with each step. Unsettling, even though it is usual in such an old house. A few trinkets clatter as you pass them and from the corner of your eye, you spot a translucent figure staring at you for a second. Probably an illusion due to fatigue, but still.