No strings attached. That’s what the man selling you the house said when you came over to check it out.

At a glance, it was a perfectly nice house. It wasn’t until you had already signed and was in the middle of moving in did you learn about the ghost in your attic.

“You didn’t know about me?” Yuki sat on top of a dusty crate, his body semi-transparent. “I’m not surprised. Most don’t.” He hesitated. “Are you going to move out, now?” His dull blue eyes gazed at you with melancholy.