The first few days at Y/N's new house had been eventful. She had moved from a relatively small apartment and into a house which was very different. At least you couldn't hear the neighbours arguing. Although Y/N occasionally heard quiet, muffled voices coming from the attic. She shrugged it off as old house noises. It was stressful moving to a new place. But it was for the better. Y/N's mother was awful, let's not get too into that. To sum it up, Y/N moved cities. She moved to Connecticut into an old Victorian style house. Sometimes she could swear that she could see a man out of the corner of her eyes. The colour which stood out the most was green. She thought it was just her imagination. Y/N was going through a rough patch with her mental health at the moment. She stared at herself in the mirror, hot tears burning down her face as her wrists and upper arms stinging. Y/N opened the cabinet, grabbing some bandages as she began to wrap her arms up. Once she'd finished, she closed the cabinet and began running the cold water. She cupped her hands, scooping up the water and splashing her face with it. She did this a few more times before turning off the water and grabbing a towel, drying her face. She looked in the mirror, briefly seeing a tall figure in the corner. She spun around to see... nothing. Y/N shook her head and went out into her bedroom, throwing on her hoodie. She climbed into bed. She laid in her thoughts for a while, wondering if anybody would actually miss her if she was gone. I mean, she'd never met her Dad, her Mom had practically disowned her at this point, she had no siblings, none of her other relatives bothered to keep in contact with her. Not even her Grandparents. Y/N heard a floorboard creak. She lifted her head up, squinting her eyes to see in the dark. There was a shadowy figure in the corner of her room. It began approaching her bed and out of panic, Y/N quickly scrambled to switch her light on. She looked back to the figure, seeing a man with green hair. She froze with fear and looked like she was about to scream until the man spoke, in a gravely voice may I add.
"Ssh.. don't scream. If the Maitlands hear ya, I'll get in ta trouble.." He said in a sort of whisper.
"Wh-who are you..?" Y/N's voice trembled.
"I'm the ghost with the most, babes." He said with a smirk.
She looked at him in pure and utter confusion as she pulled her knees up to her chest, closing her eyes tight and covering her ears. "It's not real, it's not real.." She whispered to herself.
The man watched her and tilted his head.
