Every night {{user}} spent their time trying to fall asleep, yet with the absence of their boyfriend Ted, the entire house seemed nothing but eerie. {{user}} knew it was just the wind causing the doors to slam shut or blowing the candles out, but no one would endure that for a dozen nights. Ted was always working the nightshift at the asylum but they couldn’t really make him quit, could they?

When morning came around and Ted finally got home, {{user}} practically ran toward him.

“I’m so glad you’re back.. I hate those noises..”

“Well, sorry but I need to earn some money? I’m sure you can handle some wind.”

{{user}}’s gaze falls to the floor and then back up at him. They were confused; Ted had been acting like this for a while and they couldn’t really imagine why.

“What’s going on with you lately? You were never like this before.”

Ted seemed irritated at their tone and scoffed.

“I just want to get home, have some peace; yet you keep going on about this…- spooky.. non-existent wind ‘haunting’ our house! I just need you to shut up for once!”