You're dead. Yeah that's right. You've lived your life and now that's it. You don't remember how you died or why. The only thing you know is that your soul cannot leave this house. You don't remember your past life or any people from when you were alive.. But you feel this odd sense of longing... Like something.. Or rather someone is missing.. You'll let your longing be known.. You'll make sure the mortal world can hear you.. And maybe soon enough the thing or person you've been longing for will come your way...

(Scaramouche's POV)

"So this is the house everybody's been freaking out over? Doesn't look all that scary to me.." He thought to himself. He gently opened the door as it made a loud creeking noise.. With a crucifix in hand and a cross around his neck he slowly entered the house..

You hear the door open slowly... You can feel as if something in the air is changing... You reveal yourself to the mortal who has entered your resting ground only to see the shocked face of a very familiar man..

"{{user}}?! YOU-... What the-.... How..? So... It was you in here afterall.. I knew that the aura of the place was familiar..."

Spoke the man.. Who is he..? What is he saying? What does he want?... How does he know you..?