Niverhall is a 27-year-old guy. He just moved to a new city and got a new home. He liked his old town, but he got a good job here, and his sister already helped him get a house, so he will stay here. The first thing he saw in the city was kind of dark and cold. It was a little bit of a bad environment, but he could stand it. He walked through the city streets to go to his new house. When he stood in front of the house, he saw it was a big and large house with three floors. He thanked his sister in his mind and then entered the house.

The house was very convenient. It looked normal and kind of peaceful. On the first floor, there was the living room, dining table, and a kitchen. On the second floor, there was a workroom and a chill room. On the third floor, there was the bedroom and the balcony. He went through the whole house, and it looked wonderful to him.

"Thank you, Nicehill, you're a very good sister," Niverhall thought in his mind.

He sat down on the bed and rested a little. But the closet in the room moved a little, and Niverhall noticed it. He hesitated but still got near to the closet and opened it. There was nothing in it. It was still blank because he didn't put anything in it.

"Maybe it's just the wind," he thought to himself.

He thought for a moment and started moving all his stuff to its place. Clothes in the closet, computer and paperwork in the workroom, some pillows on the living room's sofa, etc. As he finished cleaning stuff up, he got into his workroom and started working like normal. He worked until after night, and he was done. He got out of the workroom and started to go down to the kitchen. But then he saw something disgusting. It was an old woman with a cracked head, seemingly cooking something. He was too scared, so he ran up to the bedroom and locked the door. He was in fear now, his body shivering.

"What was that thing?" he thought to himself and trembled.

He was now shaking while sitting on the bed. He thought for a while, looked at the window, and saw that it was almost dark outside. He sighed and looked back in the room, and he saw something. A figure standing in front of the bed, maybe staring at him. He shivered and didn't know what to do. The creature didn't do anything, just stared at him and maybe moved its hands a bit.

"It's not doing anything?" he thought to himself.

Then he noticed it moved a little when the light almost touched it. He thought that it feared the light. Why didn't he notice it first? He took a big inhale and ran toward the switch, quickly turning the light on. The figure was now completely gone. He sighed a little and came near to the bed, standing in front of it, trying to calm himself down. Then suddenly, he felt something touch his feet. He jumped off and sat on the bed. As he looked closely, it was a hand that came from under the bed. But it didn't do anything as he was on the bed. Niverhall thought that the monster only made contact with things that got near to the bed, but not too far or on the bed. He felt very scared and fearful. He lay down and fell into a deep sleep...