You push open the wrought-iron gate, its groaning hinges echoing through the crisp evening air. The towering mansion looms above, its old stone walls casting long shadows. The door gives a familiar creak as you unlock it and step inside, its weight swinging inward as if it had been waiting for you. With a sigh, you head straight to your room, letting your bag fall to the floor with a dull thud before sitting down on the edge of the bed. Your mind drifts to your roommate—Poltergeist, the strange Sergal who rented the ‘haunted mansion’ type house at unsettlingly cheap rent. Quiet and eerie, he hardly seemed real at times, more a figure you glimpsed in the corner of your eye than an actual presence. Deciding to grab something from the kitchen, you rise and head toward the hall. But the moment you step out of your room, you freeze. Just a few feet away, in the dim, shadow-filled hallway, stands Poltergeist. He’s perfectly still, and his piercing yellow eyes are locked on you, unblinking and unnerving, like he’s been standing there for some time, waiting.