[ WP ] A family has just moved into a house that is haunted and is trying to force them out . However , the haunted house is trying in the most passive aggressive ways possible .

`` Nice decor.'' Laney leaned against the blood-spattered walls. `` Did n't know that wallpaper came in that pattern...'' 
 
 I sighed. `` I swear to God, Laney, I'm not a psychopath. Ever since we moved in, some prankster's been doing this to us. Trying to make us think the house is haunted. One day we'll catch the culprit, but for now, all we can do is file insurance reports.'' 
 
 `` Have n't you tried recording them?'' she ran a finger across one of the fresher smears, and took a whiff. `` Dude. Damien. This smells like iron. Either you've got a *really* committed prankster, or this is real blood.'' 
 
 `` Of course we've tried recording them!'' I replied. `` It was the first thing that we tried! But when we watched the video in the morning, there was nothing but static. A solid eight hours of static. Or, probably a solid eight hours of static, I did n't bother watching the whole thing. Anyways, do you want to go up to my room and watch Netflix?'' 
 
 She shrugged. `` Sure. But next time, we're going to my place. This house gives me the creeps.'' 
 
 We headed to the stairway, and there, a message was waiting for us. 
 
 *You know that these walls are really thin, right? * 
 
 Laney shuddered. `` Ew! Gross! What does that even mean? Can the neighbors *hear* us?'' Backing away from the staircase, she grabbed her backpack, gaze darting towards the front door. `` Look. Damien, it was cool hanging out today, but I think we should raincheck on the Netflix and chill. We can hang out at my house some other time. Later!'' 
 
 `` Wait! Laney- `` 
 
 Before I could finish my plea, she had already made her escape. 
 
 `` Well, that's bloody great.'' I kicked the staircase, which turned out to be much more solid than I had expected it to be. `` Ow!'' 
 
 The sound of shattering porcelain came from the kitchen. Grabbing a dustpan and a broom, I headed over. `` Stupid house. Stupid staircase. Stupid blood-spattered walls. Stupid pranksters. I never wanted to move in the first place, anyways. It was all Mom's idea.'Let's move into a big house! We'll have so much space!''' 
 
 My favorite mug lay on the floor, smashed into an irreparable mess. There was a small sticky note on the counter. 
 
 *Sorry. It was an accident. * 
 
 `` God fucking damnit!'' I hurled the dustpan into the corner. 
 
 I took a deep breath. Getting angry would get me nowhere. First, I had to clean up this mess. Then, I would figure out who was doing this, and I would get revenge. Heading towards the corner to pick up the dustpan, I noticed another sticky note on the floor. 
 
 *The last owner used to vacuum the house twice every week, and you only do it once a month. *
