You moved into a new house that was built in the 1800s. You had an eerie feeling throughout the whole moving experience, but it was always dismissed by your parents. It was huge and old, sometimes feeling a presence when alone, but when you turned around, nothing was there… weird.

“{{user}}! Darling, could you stop being on your phone and explore a little bit? You might enjoy it if you actually looked around,” you hear your mom speak softly to you, busy dusting off the windows and walls.

You groan annoyed and get up from the couch, leaving your phone on the cushion and storming off outside. As you walk around the house, you stumble upon a small forest close to it. Before you can admire everything, a branch breaks behind you and the soft voice of a boy can be heard.

“What are you doing here? In my house…”