**Prologue**
I walked these hallways for what must have been the millionth time. Every time, I would find something more interesting to see.
More dust.
Maybe a new cobweb.
Another wood-lice to add to the ever growing family that lived under the wooden floorboards.
The only thing that doesn't change is the woman who has lived here for the last 88 years. She lived with her parents here until they died, she married and lived here with her husband and children, but the children have grown up and moved out and her husband died a few years ago.
I stopped in the hallway at the second door and peered into the living room, watching as she sat in her old rocking chair, trying to tune in a wireless radio. I sighed and walked on, continuing my endless walk of the house, realising that it was pointless to show her I was here anymore.
Because she knew.
And it didn't bother her one bit.
I stopped and groaned, reaching round to my side, feeling my side where I had been shot 150 years ago. I grimaced, pulling my hand back and saw it was covered in crimson blood. I sighed and rubbed it on the wall and continued walking.
I still remember the murderous, unnerving look in my father's eye as he pulled the trigger, delivering the fatal shot into my body, after making me witness him killing my mother. I remember every kick, punch and cut he made on my body and face.
Then he turned the gun on himself.
Coughing a little, I walked into an upstairs bedroom, looking out at the pouring rain outside.
I then, saw a car pull up outside the house.
What?
She hasn't had visitors in years.
I placed my hand on the window and saw someone with a hoodie get out of the car with a backpack on and a carrier bag. I could tell by their build at they were female.
My lips twitched into a smirk and I walked away from the window, feeling a feeling of excitement in my gut.
This was going to be fun.
I saw my reflection in a mirror and saw my black soulless eyes and my smile grew wider.
Some people believe in ghost stories, and some don't. But you're pretty stupid if you don't.
I'm Michael Clifford, the ghost that had haunted this house for nearly 200 years and I am going to be this girl's worst nightmare...
