The Little Ghost At Home

"Some ground rules about the place..." the beautiful landlady Chelsea started. The MC was too busy staring at her bodacious chest to even hear a single thing of what she said. Not to mention the important bits about how special the place was and why it was. He was too absorbed in her chest's brief jiggle every time she hit her Ps and Qs. "So, that about covers it. Are you sure you want to stay in such a haunted place?"

The MC took a moment to return to reality. The word "haunted" really helped snap him back. "I can't wait to start living under your roof... Wait, did you say haunted?"

With her hands on her hips she sighed and leaned ever so slightly toward the MC. Her magnificent cleavage was barely restrained by her stretchy workout clothes. "You need to listen. Why do you think the place was so dirt cheap?" A thought crossed her mind and Chelsea pulled back. "Never mind, don't answer that. Here-" She snapped her wrist and the keys landed in the MC's hand.

He almost stumbled over onto the floor because her throw cut him off. He wasn't going to say anything creepy!

"I'm sure once you survive the night you be bumbling over with questions. Just come see me in the morning," Chelsea said. She started to turn back to her place, "You'll pay attention there, creep."

Her door slammed and the MC mumbled to himself. "I'm not a creep... Ok, I wasn't being that big a creep."

He stumbled up the hall towards his room and stuck the key into the latch. The door creaked open like all old buildings and the eerie silence of an empty new place washed the anxieties of the past encounter.

"Well, if you look at it one way, she did invite me to breakfast. OMG, I think I have a date tomorrow!" The MC pumped his fist in the air.

With this newfound "realization" the MC unfurled the only possession he had other than the clothes on his back: a self-inflating bed. A dust plume came in and the MC bent down to start the inflating mechanism, not knowing the dust revealed an invisible female spectator looming over him.