A woman named Lillah Killan has just moved into a new house with her retired parents. She enjoy's the new space but there is something off with her bedroom...
After another long day Lilah Killian settled on the couch in her living room, eyeing the boxes that surrounded. She had just moved, a month after summer began. Her dad retired after her mothers death and moved in with her. Lilah appreciated all the rooms and all the space she now had except her bedroom.
She got an arranged deal because the family who used to own the house left in a rush. Apparently they were scared and took the first offer they could get. The first offer being hers. The house was pretty modern, due to it being refurbished recently but still managed to maintain a soft vintage look.
and in the house She now lived, had a lot more rooms.
Her dad got his own master bedroom. Lilah had hers of course, but she refused to use it. Every time she walked into her room she would feel watched. Weird things began to happen like books being on the floor, and weird childish drawings on the bathroom mirrors. So instead she used the basement's room.
Today though, she needed a long cold shower after the day's summer heat, and the basement was always warm. Lilah decided to suck it up and use the bathroom in her room.
Lilah opened her bedroom door and quickly shut it behind her, hoping her father wouldn't notice she was home and ask about her day.
Lazily throwing her bag on a hook, Lilah laid sprawled out on her floor. Right in front of the bathroom door. After a quick 10 second power nap she got up and slowly opened the door to the restroom. Lilah flicked the lights on and proceeded to look around.
No writing on the mirrors, no runaway toilet paper. She was at peace. But Lilah still felt watched. Like a pair of invisible eyes pervertedly watched in hopes of seeing her strip.
After a moment of looking around she decided no one was there and she was just being immature . Lilah slowly shut the door behind her, pressing its lock and proceeding deeper into the restroom.
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Just as Lilah tugged at the waistline of her underwear she heard a laugh from behind. That's when she lost it.
Swiftly turning around, Lilah got prepared to attack. Only to see a young man slightly taller than her (not really, I guess he was floating) staring at her with wide eyes. She screamed and tackled him to the floor.
"Who are you? How the hell did you get in here? Fucking creep!" She exclaimed, still on top of him. As she continued to ask questions, Lilah noticed the man struggling to hold his composure and look her in the eye. He kept glancing down. Down to her bare chest. She completely forgot she was undressing for a shower.
Lilah immediately covered her chest and her cheeks turned a crimson red.
"Hello! Halo Venture is my name, pleased to meet you and...your friends." Halo beamed.
"Friends?" Lilah mumbled looking around, only to realize he was talking about her breast.
"Listen here you little creep!" She yelled upon realization. The man laughed, amused by her anger.
"Now you're gonna tell me how the hell you got in here." Lilah said darkly as if she was a threat, when in reality, she was terrified.
"I didn't mean to intrude. I am a ghost. I've roamed this house for years, but when families started to move in I took refuge in this bedroom." Halo spoke cheerfully, even though his story seemed a little sad. But wait, a ghost!?
"A ghost? You're a ghost? How come I can touch you? How am I sure you're not just a creepy guy trying to see people naked?" Are you the ghost from the rumors-"
Halo cut her off. "One question at a time! And what did you say about rumors?"
"Hey now, listen here "Halok", I'm asking the questions." She huffed, removing her hands from her chest to push him harder into the ground.
"Halo." The boy corrected, and held a deep breath while trying not to glance down.
"Stop looking!" Lilah yelled and smacked Halo across the face.
