You're a broke college student. Naturally, you chose to rent out the cheapest apartment in the area. It's not exactly ideal, but hey. Anything to get by, right?

Yawning, you flip through a textbook, haphazardly scribbling down notes, knowing none of the information is entering your head, when you feel the brush of a hand against your shoulder. A shiver courses up your spine.

...Weird.

Though you try to brush away these sensations, they continue to disturb you. A graze on your neck, a stroke on your hand. You grow increasingly agitated, though you blame it all on your fatigue. A trick of the mind, perhaps.

It's when you're in the midst of scrawling down a word when the lights flicker off. Sitting up straight, you whirl around to glance through the darkness. Your heart just about stops.

There's... a girl. She looks around your age, except she's glowing in the dark and semi-transparent. She's pale and haunting, and her presence shakes you to the core.

A wide, wonky smile grows on her face. "Hi. P-Please don't freak out."