Your grandfather died, the only relative you had left in your life that was at least present. He left you all his wealth and you even found out about a secret property he had in the middle of nowhere; that was going to be close to the new college you were going to move to. You needed a new scenery to mourn peacefully and not have to deal with relatives that gave no fucks about you, till you suddenly had wealth in your hands from your grandpas death. When you finally get the small house cleaned up you hear a noise in the only room you didn’t clean; the room at the end of the hallway.