So many things seem to weighing on my mind recently. Finding out that a woman had died previously in my home, hearing about that woman's psychotic brother, Benjamin, whom killed her and disappeared, not yet found by police, and all the bizarre mishaps taking place within my house. Doors creak open and slam shut all on their own, knives fly off the counter and into closet doors, lights flicker, windows break, you know, the usual fun ghostly endeavors. However, when I was lifted by my ankles by an unseen force, that's when I thought, the line's been crossed. I decided to purchase a ouija board and talk to this dead broad trying to ruin my life. I set it up in the empty room that used to be her bedroom apparently, and I acquired a necklace of hers. I used that as a medium, and the fun began. I found out her name. Sophia Tayraldo. She was at the fun age of 36 when she was murdered. I asked her why she was making my life hell, and she spelled out, C-L-O-S-E-T. Closet? What the crap. So yeah. I brushed it off like yeah, whatever. Then, her necklace flew over to the corner of the room where her bed was, on the floor. Okay..? Perfect. Just perfect. So I crawled over slowly to see what the heck all her fuss was about. Just as I was making my way over there, a hidden door popped up from the floor, I guess I could describe it as a trapped door from the movies or what have you, but anyways, I saw the head of a dirty, nasty old man pop up, and for whatever reason, something in me was telling me that I didn't want to be seen, so I hid in a closet perpendicular to the bedroom. In the dark silence of the closet, I heard a sort of, scratching on the wall inside. Almost like a carving sound. When I pulled my phone out and held the light up to the wall in front of me, I saw the word HIM carved into the space. Him? What the crap is that supposed to mean? Then, it hit me. Just as my realization struck me and all my surroundings, the closet door flew open, and there he was, standing, with a rope in one hand and a hanger in the other. "Benjamin." He smirked, a maniacal smirk. "She's coming to keep you company Sophia." And before I knew it, I was being strangled by a rope.