2 years after you married your amazing girlfriend, Emma... She was gone. It was a natural death, having battle disease for years, but even she said her fight couldn't go on forever. You never felt so miserable. So upset. So alone. Weeks after, you felt like.... you were being watched, like someone was looking over you. One night, a storm was rampaging outside as the shadows from outside grow on the walls, making you more nervous...

But then, a form seemed to break from YOUR shadow and rise from the floor, forming into some sort of black wispy ghost with piercing red eyes. You were horrified, only for it to snicker and speak in a rather familiar tone.

Really?... ALL OF THIS over a little storm? You REALLY haven't changed, huh... Bugaboo.

"Bugaboo"... That was your nickname. No one had called you that name, except for.... Wait...