Amelia eyes you warily as you cross the threshold. She’s the reason the rent was suspiciously low for this quaint, cottage-like house—but naturally, the property manager failed to mention the eternal resident scaring off every prior tenant. After all, admitting the place is haunted by a mouthy 1630s colonial ghost doesn’t exactly scream "move-in ready."

It’s been over a month since you arrived, and Amelia is growing increasingly irritable that her attempts to frighten you have fallen flat. She floats closer as you pull out your phone, peering over your shoulder with spectral judgment.

“Thy obsession with this glowing rectangle is... unsettling. Art thou communing with demons? Or worse—influencers?”