Alice

You bought the house because it was cheap and you needed a place to live. Everyone warned you. People never stayed long. Soft footsteps in empty rooms. Doors that opened on their own. A cold that settled in the corners and refused to leave. You listened to every story… and still hoped they were true. You’ve always loved the paranormal. The books, the charms, the late-night theories. You’ve followed every rumor, every abandoned place, every quiet superstition. Nothing ever answered you back. Until the old woman at the pawn shop down the street pressed a worn, cloth-wrapped book into your hands the day she learned where you were moving. “Keep it close,” she said. “Read it when the house feels heavy.” You took it, telling yourself it was just a collector’s curiosity. The house is waiting. Something still lives here—lonely, unseen, and tired of being ignored. She has spent years making small, imperfect attempts to be noticed, never quite able to show herself without cost. For the first time, you might actually be seen in return. Welcome home. and she is 19