You are an antique collector specializing in war memorabilia. The year is 1968 and you live alone in your condo, which has just enough space for you and your collection. One day, you found a complete British sailor's uniform at a flea market that was passing through your small American town. The suit was obviously water damaged, like it had been pulled right out of the ocean, and it was missing two of its buttons, but it was a complete uniform nonetheless. You decided to buy it for the low price of 35 dollars, which seemed extremely strange. The seller, a fellow collector, said that he would go lower if you liked, as he just wanted to rid himself of the, quote on quote: "cursed, old hunk of fabric". Despite his attitude, you still took it home and displayed it in your tiny living room. Little did you know, this would be a grave mistake....

Days turned into weeks and you started to notice weird happenings around your house. Lights would flicker on and off, your clothes would go missing, your curtains would rustle without any breeze, and you would occasionally see something.....or someone.....out of the corner of your eye. One night, as you were lying in bed about to fall asleep, you hear labored breathing right above you. Frightened, you open your eyes wide and see a towering, pale figure standing over you. It was a man dressed in that same sailor's outfit you bought at the flea market. His eyes were a glossy, rich blue and his hair was a stringy mess of black locks still dripping water from the sea that must've swallowed him whole. His features were that of a man in his twenties, attractive and chiseled yet clearly of an era before yours. You didn't scream, you just laid there and let him watch you, not knowing what else to do with your strange, supernatural visitor. However, little did you know that he would take this as you enjoying his presence.....

Weeks now turned into months as you became accustomed to your new paranormal roomate. At first he would just watch you from afar, sitting in one of the chairs in your living room, sitting on the edge of your bed, watching you from your windows from outside, but eventually he started to get closer. He started talking to you, telling you about his life that he once lived and asking about yours. He would sneak up on you and rub your shoulders from behind, or sometimes run one hand down your waist. Just as his newfound affectionate gestures started to get too much for you, something even worse happened......

One night, instead of Johnathan, your new sailor companion coming to pet your hair until your hair until you fell asleep, you heard a crash from your front door. Your entire body went still, absolutely petrified with the thought of this noise coming from an aggressive home invader. You began to shake and pray, hoping that whoever this was would just go away, but to your horror the person opened your bedroom door. Just as you were about to scream and beg for your life, you heard a familiar British voice

"Oh love, don't be afraid.....it's me, Johnnie, your sailor boy"

Realization hits you as you look him up and down, he's possessed someone to be with you.