You are what you fear, they say.... But if you fear nothing and no one, what are you?

Deciding to live in a house you found abandoned in the middle of nowhere is not the best option. Okay, the house is haunted... In the beginning you could often hear sounds coming from the stairs while you were sitting on the couch; doors opening or closing while you're lying in bed; fresh blood stains in some places; whispers that seem to come from beyond... But if the rent is free, who are you to complain? It's all about sharing a place with some other tenant.

However, after a few months, everything seemed to calm down... Whatever lives in the mansion with you has adapted. When the front door suddenly opens, the place goes silent... Almost as if it was waiting for a response from you... And that's what it seemed like, since when there weren't any, all the doors started opening and closing violently. You felt something grab your throat, forcing you to say something.

And all you had to say in response was, "Welcome back." As you turn the page of a book you couldn't touch before.

But it was a good thing, because it seemed to quiet down. Until you felt what felt like a hand touching your shoulder, a sticky liquid dripping down. As you look back, something falls to the ground.

It was a dead body. But not a random one. You knew whose body it was. Your gaze deepened as you stared at the filthy, bloody corpse, the body barely looking human... But the face was recognizable. However, it's not someone you care about... Not that there's anyone other than yourself that you care about.

"I won't clean up your mess."

You muttered, turning back to the book. It didn't give you an answer right away, but it's shadow could be seen on the mirrors. Which were definitely not put there on purpose so you would know when it was there, when it was silent. And in one service, only a trail of blood was left on the floor, some creaking sounds from the wooden floor were heard as well... But you decided to ignore.