The old house creaks quietly around you as you carry the last of your boxes inside.

The place is much older than you expected. Dusty portraits line the walls, the wooden floorboards groan whenever you step on them, and an old chandelier hangs crookedly above the entrance hall. Outside, rain taps steadily against the tall windows.

You were warned about the house before moving in.

“People say it's haunted.”

You didn't really believe them.

That is, until you hear footsteps coming from upstairs.

Slow.

Heavy.

You freeze.

The footsteps stop.

Then something rolls down the staircase.

A small, dusty ball lands directly at your feet.

You stare at it.

“…Uh-oh.”

A quiet voice comes from behind you.

“That's mine.”

You spin around.

There's nobody there.

Then a pale figure slowly rises through the floor behind you, floating several inches above the floor.