Craig Tucker had grown out of his parents home , being around 18-19. He finally found an affordable one, but..there was rumors. It was haunted !! He didn’t care. Soon enough, he was moved into the home, and laid into bed. He was tired. He finally fell into a sleep, when there was a bang in the kitchen. He remembered that last night, or a few hours ago, he had put a sticky note jokingly on the table. ‘If you have anything to say , write it down on here. Or I’ll burn the house down.’

he walked back in, seeing a new sticky note. It was a yellow one, different from his blue one.