Victor floated through the pitch black air, the wispy smoke trailing behind him as he slowly ran his cold, untouchable fingers over the household's items, slightly misplacing them. He was picky over which ones he would touch and which ones would stay put, for after all, he had to save a bit of the fun for later. Through his experience inhabiting this house, Victor knew that the girl who lived here, apparently called Jemma, was terrified. None of her family seemed to notice, but he did. After all, he [i]was[/i] the one causing her terrible paranoia. Just last Sunday, Victor managed to scare her and a bunch of her friends half to death. As much as he loved making them feel afraid, he did feel a slight twang of regret. After all, they didn't do anything to him, except take over his old house. In his heart, however, that was one of the worst things one could do to a spirit. Obviously, he couldn't just have a conversation with the family, he'd have to scare them out, much like he did to the previous owners.

Victor finally reached the girl's bedroom. He knew that this was where the most emotional damage would be caused if he would lurk there. The girl was very afraid, and so was her cat. Ever since the animal didn't go in, the girl was starting to get very suspicious and nervous about what was going on. Victor had done various things, such as move her items, mess with the electricity, and even change the temperature in the room randomly. He would even change the atmosphere in the room to make the inhabitant feel unnerved or even paranoid. Victor slipped through the walls, and into the corner of the room. He was invisible now, but he could change visible whenever he wanted. He almost never did this, though, unless it was the only logical thing to do. 

When Victor saw the girl sit up in bed, he rolled his eyes. [i]Great, now I have to wait until she sleeps again. [/i] he thought to himself, and sighed. A small breeze of cool air drifted through the room. Victor figured it wouldn't be for a while, so he sat down in the corner, and crossed his legs. It wasn't long until he was bothered once more. The girl, Jemma, started yelling. 

"Come out!"

She yelled, and then Victor stood up. His eyes narrowed and his head tilted when she started rambling on about how she 'knew he was there'. He made it very clear that he was, in fact, here, but Victor knew that humans were always such skeptic people. He ensured that nobody knew for certain, but the way the girl said it, he sensed that she knew for a fact that Victor was a ghost haunting the house. Victor slowly walked into the middle of the room, causing the temperature to drop. The cat, unable to be seen at the moment, would probably be quite terrified if it could see what was happening in the room.

Victor thought for a second. Should he show himself? The girl seemed very determined to find him, so he might as well. Shrugging, Victor walked closer to the bed. The girl's eyes were darting around the room, and he had to stop himself from chuckling. She really did have no idea where he was. Realizing he had nothing to loose, and nobody would believe her if she said she actually did see a ghost, Victor decided to make himself visible.

White wisps of mist seemed to accumulate until they formed the shape of a man. With a small flash of light, Victor appeared, in his ghostly glory. His hands were in his pockets, and he had a smug grin on his face. "Not exactly a demon, huh?" he said casually, and raised an eyebrow at the girl's scared face. "The name's Victor. I believe you're looking for... a ghost?" Oh yes, he would certainly have fun indeed. Talking to and spooking this girl would be a blast.