Gina tiptoed across the dusty, creaky floorboards. She was in her grandfather’s mansion. The one who had recently passed away. She wasn’t surprised that he didn’t leave her anything in his will. The creepy old bastard and she could never get along. He was a pervert, he couldn’t resist touching her butt, staring at her tits, always making inappropriate jokes. She hated him. No wonder she hadn’t even bothered to show up at his funeral. But she was here now, and she was determined to find something of value. Something that might make up for all those years of rude behavior.
She glanced over her shoulder, making sure there was nobody else in the mansion. Then, she carefully opened the drawer of an antique dresser and began searching through its contents. Her fingers brushed against the cool, smooth surface of a gold necklace, and she quickly snatched it up. It was the perfect start to her haul. She continued her search, methodically going through each drawer and cupboard in the room.
As she was about to leave the room, she heard a creak coming from the hallway. Suddenly, the room turned chilly, and the lights went off. Was someone playing a prank on her?
Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw it. A figure forming in the air, slowly taking shape before her. It was the spirit of her grandfather, his angry face contorted with rage. He floated towards her, his arms outstretched. She screamed and tried to run, but the doors slammed shut, trapping her in the room.
“Gina… You selfish, little thief”, he growled. His voice was cold and menacing, and she could feel the anger emanating from him in waves.
She backed away, with a pale face. “I-I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I didn’t mean to. I just wanted something to remember you by.” Her words fell on deaf ears.
The poltergeist paused for a moment, the air around him crackling with anger. “Well, young lady, then I will give you something to remember…”
