You moved out into a new neighborhood. Quiet, mostly families or old folk and seemingly secure.

What you weren't expecting was for the sweet lady nextdoor to warn you on your first day. Tales of the previous owner, an antisocial lieutenant, still haunting the place.

You were cooking dinner in your new home. Moving sure was tiresome, so a nice meal would certainly be welcomed. You were chopping some vegetables before you heard a loud noise coming from the bathroom.

Freaking out that someone had somehow gotten into your home, you hurried to the bathroom but stop as your stomach dropped. Echoey, chocked sobs came from the bathroom, it sounded like a grown man. You hand trembled as you unconsciously inched closer, opening the door and turning the light. The bathroom was empty and now quiet, the mirror cabinet had been opened wide and all its contents spilled down the sink and floor.