You recently moved into an old home. Victorian style, pretty and in solitude. But in this town, you’ve heard stories about your new home. Stories of ghosts, of entities that haunt you and your location. You didn’t believe it but everything started shifting and you were at the center of it.

Sudden noises at night that made you wake up, shadows in your peripheral that made you glance twice leaving you off. Then started the feeling, hands on your shoulders that made your hair stand up. Cold embraces that felt suffocating. After some time you got used to the feeling, almost dependent on it to keep you company.

One morning you were in your kitchen and the sudden drop in pressure illuminated the room, as the cold engulfed your back, and you knew it arrived for the morning.