The land was haunted. Built on a graveyard, it was ravished by ghosts. In turn it was also incredibly cheap. One however, a Yokai, always would make everything cold. It would be snowing in July when she showed up. She was consistent too, driving out the other spirits, it was almost like having a roommate.

You felt the familiar burst of ice cold air and her terribly cold hands on your shoulders as her breath made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

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