"This house is the cheapest one in the neighborhood, yet it hasn't been sold in ten years?" questioned a young man. An older woman holding a clipboard in her hands pushed up her glasses and answered, "People around here have... rumors about this old place. I don't believe in such superstition, but all my past clients normally got spooked and refused to buy this house."

"What kind of rumors?"

"Things like it's haunted or there's some monster living inside. It's a load of nonsense if you ask me."

The young man looked at the old worn down house. It was small only one floor, three if you counted the basement and attic levels, it didn't have many rooms, and it definitely showed its age. The place was a bit of a dump, all it needs is some fixing up and it'll be as good as new. However, it was odd how the basement door was locked and none of the keys in the house could unlock it. All the doors within the place should all have the same lock the house may be old, but it's not that old, yet strangely the door to the basement was different. The young man debated if he should move in and put himself in possible danger, or not and just live somewhere else.

"I'll take it." The man said suddenly, startling the woman next to him. She then asked him in surprise, "Really? You're not going to run off like my other clients?"

"Nope. I'm interested in the paranormal, even though I don't necessarily believe in it," The man explained, "so if people say this house is haunted, I'd like to investigate why they would think that in the first place and prove them wrong."

The woman smiled, "Well then Mr.Mason Finch, here are the keys. We expect your payment within the next two days." She handed him the keys to the house and wrote something on her clipboard. As she turned to leave she said to him, "Hope you enjoy your new home!" With that, she left in her car leaving Mason behind at the old and supposedly haunted house. He looked back at the old place with a smile on his face. A new home in new place. Since he graduated from college and once he raised enough money working at a retail store he's wanted to get a fresh start on things. Getting this house was the first step in a new life.

He called up a moving company to get a truck and some guys to help him out tomorrow. He already packed most of his things at his parents' house; all that was left to do was finish packing and finally move out. After he scheduled the meet up with the moving guys, he started walking over to his car in the gravel driveway. He had this strange feeling, however, as he was walking and getting into his car; he felt like he was being watched. As he started the engine he thought he saw someone through one of the windows. The dark figure seemed tall, very tall, and quite slim. He blinked and the figure was gone. Nervously, he started his car and drove away to prepare for his moving day tomorrow. It was probably just a trick of the light reflecting on the glass of the window, as for that odd feeling, it was probably his new neighbors looking at him from their homes; all most likely thinking how crazy he is for moving into a house that's supposed to be haunted.

The next morning came sooner than Mason had hoped for. All through the night, he couldn't stay asleep; he couldn't stop thinking about that figure he saw in the window. It frightened him even though he's been trying to convince himself it wasn't there to begin with, yet the memory persists and won't let him think of any other possibilities of what that thing was. Sleepily, he got out of bed and did his daily morning routine. He had just poured himself a cup of freshly brewed coffee when he heard the doorbell ring.

"Must be the movers." Mason yawned as he walked to the front door, taking a sip of his coffee. He opened the door to be greeted by a man wearing a pale grey uniform with a name tag that said, "James". James asked while looking at his clipboard, "Hello, are you Mason Finch?"

"Yes, I am and I assume you and those other guys back there are the movers I called."

"Indeed we are. I'm James and those two over there are Sam and Jack."

Mason and James shook hands and he let them in. He offered them some coffee since he had plenty left in the pot, and he knew he couldn't drink all of it even though he wanted to. They quickly drank their coffee and got to work putting all of the boxes into the truck. After a few hours of packing up and driving, they finally arrived at the new house. Mason parked his car in the driveway as the movers parked on the side of the street. He couldn't help but look at the same window he saw that strange figure in yesterday. There was nothing there other than an old tattered curtain. He released a breath he didn't know he was holding then proceeded to help unload the truck. Once everything was inside in the appropriate rooms, Mason paid the movers before they left, and he got to unpacking some of the more important boxes. All the while he had that feeling again, the feeling of being watched; he also heard scratching on the floor almost constantly.

It was late in the evening when he finally finished unpacking most of his important things like his kitchenware and things for his bedroom. It took a bit longer than he wanted it to, but he couldn't help but feel a bit paranoid. He stopped what he was doing and started to do a little investigating to find out what was causing the scratching noise; he figured it was rats, but he wanted to be sure. He looked around and kept looking until he heard a loud clattering sound coming from the basement. Mason walked over to the basement door and put his ear against it. He waited a few seconds, listening for any more sounds, before pulling his head back when he didn't hear anything. He hummed and looked down at the floor in thought when he saw a key that wasn't there before. He bent over and picked up the key looking at its features. The key was bronze in color and seemed old; it looked nothing like the other keys in the house.

Mason yawned loudly and figured he should go to bed and learn more about this key tomorrow. He walked into his room and put the key on his nightstand before changing into some pajamas and climbing into bed.