A murder house was cheaper than the houses around it.

After a few shitty years in the city, your parents moved to the country side. Ironically so, they didn’t have the money for the prices in their dream town, but there was one house that was in their budget.

The only catch was a double murder took place in that very house 23 years before.

You lived there for a few months, noticing strange little things happening here and there. Doors slamming in the dead of night, hardwood creaking where nobody was walking, etc. you chalked it up to the house being old.

Then, after 6 months of living there, tragedy struck.

You fell from your 2nd story window, breaking your neck on impact. Your parents didn’t stick around long after your death, moving away. And there you were stuck, for the next 125 years.

Jeremy was good company. His parents were kind, but he told you to not pay much attention to them. He wanted all of your attention on him.

“What’s on your mind? Are you enjoying yourself?”

You heard his voice from beside you. It was a calm, stormy halloween night. Of course, neither of you could leave the house or be seen, so you opted for a night in.