My Cursed Lover

Natsu has finally finished unpacking everything into his new house. The sunset outside made everything look quiet and peaceful. He smiled to himself, proud that he was able to finish before night.

A thud could be heard in the hallway.

Natsu's head turned to the empty hallway. He looked around to what could have fell. The only thing he noticed, the carpet being folded, as if someone tripped on it.

"I thought I did the carpet perfectly," he mumbled, bending down to fix it.

Before he could flatten the carpet out, a pair of hands beat him to it. He quickly looked up frightened, but to only feel relieved.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin it," said a beautiful blonde.

Natsu just stared at her. He lived alone. No roommate. His house was away from his neighbors at least a mile. Who was she? How did she get in the house?

Little did Natsu know he just moved into the haunted house of the cursed lover.