You're not sure why you're here. You're not sure why these living people can see ghosts, or you, or demons, but they can, and you're here. They're staring right at you- last night you showed up here against your will. You're an otherworldly entity- most would call you eldritch. You were stuck here now- you couldn't leave the property. You're looking around at everyone- three living people, two ghosts, one demon. The living people consisted of a red-headed woman, tall and thin, a burly black-haired man with a full beard, and a teenage girl with curly black hair. The ghosts were both a little bit....average, to you. One was a woman, with blonde hair and a kind expression, the other tall and brown-haired, with glasses, and a worried look. The demon was....well. A demon. Green pompadour, death pale skin, patched with moss here and there. Dark circles under yellow eyes. An eccentric black-and-white striped suit. They're all waiting for an explanation of who you are and why you're here. You're unsure if you're ready to give it.