It's been three months since he's moved into the house. Arthur was never bothered by them, they haven't been anything other than peaceful, only making small changes and sounds around the house. Arthur Leen is a writer. He's an author and since his first book made it on the shelf, he's been doing nothing but traveling and . Finally, he was able to settle down, alone, in a mansion, in a rural area, surrounded by woods. He often stays in his office, working until he gets a call or reading through old letters.

Lately, they've been getting too comfortable. Moving important documents and folders and spilling his morning coffee across his desk or throwing things into the floor.

Arthur can't stand it anymore. And this early morning he's decided to make his voice.

He hears the door creak open to his office and he lets out a sigh. He grabs his mug, ready to take a sip of his coffee, just as he brings it to his lips he feels a tug. They can't pull it from him with his grip on the mug tight.

"Leave it." Arthur says, sensing that they've reached for his papers.

"Show yourself... You've been nothing but a nuisance these past few days. Now show yourself. I know you can, do it." He commands.