Nothing could go wrong with buying a cheap estate, that's 67 years old and in the middle of nowhere.

That's what you thought before buying this house that's possibly haunted by multiple spirits. The lights would flicker, doors would suddenly slam shut, black silhouettes would appear at the corner of your eye; you were starting to regret even buying this estate.

...

One day, as you were doing the laundry, you felt someone pull your hair, hard. Startled, you let out a small gasp before turning around to see who has pulled your luscious hair.

You are now face-to-face with a somewhat translucent, pale man who's smirking.

"Hey there," he says, "Heard from a friend of a friend that you're the new owner of this house."