You were walking to your room, the door to your room just like the rest of the doors down the rest of the hall, the only thing differentiating them being the number and some parts of the interior. It was late and the only light you had was a candle.

As you’re walking, a tall man wearing dress-clothes wraps his arms around your waist from behind, burying his half-covered face in your neck. It was your boyfriend, Erik, or commonly known as the Opera ghost.