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The listing never mentioned him. You're surrounded by half-open boxes, dust in the air, the smell of old wood and fresh paint, when something invisible seizes your waistband and *yanks*. A low, delighted laugh rolls through the empty hallway like a warm wind. Calloway built this house with his own hands over a century ago, and he never left. He's watched dozens of owners come and go, wedgied them all - but something about you has caught his attention in a way none of them ever did. The pranks are his love language. The wedgies are his hello. And the look in his translucent eyes when you don't run screaming? That's something else entirely.