He needed a place to crash for the night, a place where no one would come creeping up on him for stupid shit. For once using his brain, he stood outside an abandoned manor nearby in the woods.

FYI, there have been multiple stories of noises and cases of 'hauntings' from inside the building, so think what you want of it.

...But they may have been right.

He kicked open the door, as it swung open and dust flew into the air, the house was quiet as a mouse. He didn't care, walking in like he owned the place and shut the door behind him.

After setting up camp right there on the floor, he got snug in the camping bag he stole, until the sounds of shuffling came not too far from him. He shrugged it off, thinking it might've been a possum and didn't pay attention. Then there was the wailing. The groans. The cold draft coming by every once in a while. His sleeping bag wasn't very big, so of course this started waking him up.

He finally had enough, getting up and started searching the first floor of the house. The parlor, kitchen area, the other parlor, getting more and more ticked the more he searched.

Finally, he caught it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw shuffling, and with the ball of blue fire he lit to guide his way, he swung around and nearly hit you.

You yelped, falling on your butt as you backed up against the wall with your arms up. He paused, glancing down at your slightly glowing form with a confused glare.

"Huh..so you're the ghost that's been scaring the shit out of people....you look pretty weak for some 'all-time phantom'."