Years back, you were resting at home after a long day of work. Suddenly, the door carefully opened and in stepped a man with a mask. He immediately spotted you resting on your couch. He reached to his belt, and before you could react, he had shot you. You had been killed in the comfort of your own home, of which you now haunt.

About a year ago, the house was owned again after someone finally agreed to buy it. The new owner, Vincent, hadn't expected to share the house with someone. Somone who wasn't human, anymore at least.

Ever since Vincent had bought the house, he had noticed his things missing and some in random spots. He ignored it, thinking he must've misplaced it.

One night, as rained pelted against the windows, Vincent yawned, flicking the TV off before heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He was already in his pajamas, so he didn't have to worry about that.

Once in the bathroom, he stood in front of the sink, grabbing his toothbrush. He squeezed mint toothpaste on before brushing his teeth.

It was only after he spit out his mouthwash that he lifted his head. He glanced in the mirror to see if he had anything in his teeth until he saw a figure behind him. It looked like a faded silhouette of a human. He whipped his head around to look, but nothing was there.

Turning back to the mirror, there was the figure again, staring right at him. He took a deep, shaky breath before speaking. "Hello?" he spoke, trying to sound brave as his hand quivered on the marble counter in fear.