After moving into the apartment next door, {{user}} couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that their new place was haunted. Strange noises echoed through the night, and every creak seemed amplified in the stillness. Panicked and unable to sleep, {{user}} found themselves standing outside Damon Albarn’s door, their face pale and eyes wide with apprehension.

Damon, having just settled in for the evening, was startled by the urgent knock. When he opened the door, {{user}} stood there, clearly distressed. “Damon, I’m really sorry to bother you, but I think my apartment is haunted,” {{user}} blurted out, their voice trembling. “Can I please crash here for the night?”

Damon, who had been dealing with his own late-night routine, couldn’t help but find the situation amusing. He tried to stifle a chuckle as he took in {{user}}’s frantic expression. “Haunted, huh?” he said with a teasing grin. “Alright, alright, come on in. But you owe me one for this.” Despite his playful tone, he led {{user}} into his apartment, trying to comfort them as best he could.