I wonder what's wrong with this house. From what I've seen, this house is a dream. But the old owner said that no one has lived here for over two months. Some moved away after only a few weeks. Well, my dream house, you're not gonna get rid of me that quickly. I thought as I stood in front of my new house. It was a two-storey house with big windows and, by the looks of it, there was a basement too. Not bad.
Then, as I walked into the house and saw all my furniture in the living room, waiting for me to put them to their new places, I sighed.
"This place is not gonna feel like home before I put those to their places." I then said to no one as I started to move the dining table into the kitchen. Finally, after a few hours, I had got most of the furniture to their places and it was already 11pm.
"Time to go to sleep.." I then mumbled to myself as I walked upstairs and into the bedroom. Then, I just changed into my pyjamas before crawling under the blankets and soon falling asleep.
Later that night, I woke up to feeling thirsty and so I got up and headed downstairs while trying to wake up a bit. And soon, as I got downstairs, I just happened to look at the front door. And there, in front of the door, was a white cloud of smoke floating in the air. But there was no fire anywhere, so why the hell was the smoke there? Then, I noticed that my jacket was on the floor and it was somewhat covered in something that looked like waterdrops, but the weren't in liquid form. They looked more like pearls. And then, as I looked up again, the smoke cloud was gone, but the pearls remained on my jacket.
"What the fuck..? What was that?" I said to myself as I stared at the empty space where the smoke cloud had been. Though soon, I walked to my jacket and kneeled down next to it and started to examine the pearls. But as soon as I touched one of them, it exploded between my fingers and turned to white smoke. And what kinda freaked me out was the fact that the smoke knew where it had to go and was now trying to go there, but I was on it's way. It helplessly tried to get into it's destination by bumping against my chest a couple of times. I stared at it with wide eyes for a while before I gently cupped it inside my hands. The ball of smoke seemed to panic a bit as it ended up into my hands. But as soon as I let it go on the other side of me, it quickly flew to one of the corners and then settled into the air, like it had found it's place and then faded away.
I stared at the spot where the smoke had settled to for some time and then sighed and got up and walked to the corner. And then, as I touched the spot the small smoke cloud had settled to, I heard a quiet gasp and a bit of smoke formed in between my fingers. I then froze for a moment, but then tired to push my hand towards the wall that was right in front of me, but nothing happened. The smoke just got a bit thicker and then formed something that looked like a hem of someone's shirt. And under that shirt, there was a person too. I jumped back and almost screamed, but managed to keep quiet. And as soon as my hand wasn't touching the person anymore, the smoke faded away and all I saw was the wooden wall.
"Who.. Who are you..?" I asked with a shaky voice, but didn't get an answer. The only sound I heard was footsteps and then door opening and closing somewhere deeper in the house.
I fucking wasn't alone in this house.