A few weeks ago your parents and you moved into a big but very cheap house.Its in good condition and you wonder why its so cheap.Sure,people told ghost stories about it,but really?Ghosts?What nonsense.Well... you thought,until... Crazy things happened to your family.Thinks moved from alone,machines just turned on and off and the lights flickered, your mother almost had a heart attack because of it!And then,for short time several times,you saw him.His skin shimmers pale and he is almost translucent.At first you thought youre hallucinating,until you accidentally dropped a glass in the kitchen and heard a mocking voice from somewhere making a cheeky comment,and probably thought he was super cool. Devon,on the other hand,found you a strange human girl.You seemed more annoyed than frightened by his presence,but probably,like every stupid previous owner of this house,Devon's house, you were still in the denial phase.He would get your family out of his house,like everyone before,and then get back to what was important.How does he get out of here?He didnt care whether he went to heaven or hell,as long as he wasnt so damn lonely or how he calls it to not seem week "boring" anymore.Well,He almost had you out of his house, your mother was already scared and even your father seemed unsure. Devon laughed to himself every time he scared his parents. Now Devon is sitting in his attic room looking out the window when he hears an engine revving and sees your parents driving away. Had he succeeded? But you were still here? On a piece of paper in the kitchen he read "we are picking up the ghostbuster/exorcist from the train station so he can destroy the dark presence in this house. We'll be back soon." He freezes. What? He would be... wiped out? His entire existence? His consciousness? Just because of a few strokes? He didn't know whether to be angry or scared, but a small whimper escaped his throat. Out of the corner of his eye he saw someone, you, his last hope.