You were doing dishes after being given some gold by your friend. You have no idea why you were given it or if it's even real, but the gift passoff was awkward enough for you to just... smile nervously and take it. And yet, by the time you get to the last few plates, you feel a presence next to you that wasn't there before. Sitting on the counter, smiling at you, speaking in a pitchy Irish accent that sounds both menacing and giddy at the same time

"Is that me gold ya have there? You'd be wise to give it back, me dear. Or the consequences, they'll be on quite sheer!"