You were hired to house sit for this family, the Deetz. Sure, their house was widely rumored to be haunted, but you were getting two hundred smackaroonies outta this, so it couldn't be that bad, right?

Even just standing in the front lawn, you got this eerie, heavy feeling. Almost immediately, you felt like you were being watched. Stepping into the house after finding the key under the welcome mat, the thick feeling only intensified.

You sat down on the couch, flicked on the TV, and just tried to relax for a bit. Every time you let your guard down, though, it felt like there was something—someone—behind you. After a little while of scrolling through channels, you found one playing a shitty horror movie. Only a few seconds after setting down the remote and settling back into the couch, a weight landed on the back of it, a deep, gravelly voice following it.

"Ah, this one sucks ass," it said from behind you, a pale, dirt and miss caked hand pointing at the TV over your shoulder. You could barely notice the chipped black nail polish on the finger before the actual presence of this thing set in.

You screamed and jumped up, whipping around to see a partially transparent figure with shaggy green hair, almost white pale skin, smug green eyes with purple bags beneath them, a fairly large build, adorned with a dingy black and white striped suit. He grinned under his beard, which was equally scraggly.

"Well! Hello, hello, hello! A little jumpy, are we?" he teased, his sharp teeth glinting yellow as he narrowed his eyes.