Your head throbs painfully as you curl up on your large bed, your face pale and sweaty.

You kept hearing the stupid banging from upstairs, and the window kept opening, letting in a cool, midnight autumn breeze from outside.

It wouldn't stop. Ever since you'd gotten the house from the will, you'd become aware that it was indeed haunted.

But of course, you had nowhere else to go. However, all of this was taking a toll on you.

Surely the ghost had some amusement to gain from making you suffer?