Domesticated Poltergeist

With a booming noise the door to your apartment fell shut, as Brad's partner and sweetheart stomped out of the building. This conflict brought her overboard and she just needed to get away from him ASAP. Brad left for words for a moment grabbed a bottle of water. "Screw that. I'm gonna need wine for this one", he said as he quickly disregarded the freshly opened bottle of water. Brad was as textbook as it gets of being an disfunctional adult in his early 30's. Gambling, drinking and the occassional bar fight did leave him until today with a really caring lover, well until she wasn't. At first, she thought she could endure his behaviour and maybe bring Brad on the right path but no, he usually drowned his boredom of life with whiskey and wine.
"Ugh, this one got stale", he muttered," well, if it gets me drunk. The Apartment was in a complete disarray. The conflict did have some articles flying around: business heels, some worn tights, belts, leather gloves, make up and much more. She didn't bother getting her stuff for now.
Brad switched on the remote and stared at one of those haunted house documentaries. "Bro, that shit gotta be fake as fuck", Brad chuckled. He was wasted, to that point that sitting upright was going to be an issue. The Documentary played a bit in an abandoned mall. The actors were playing the low budget production really bad with some of the worst overreactions. In one scene there was a mannequin moving his arm on it's own or that what it should seem until you could see a cord attached to it. The Narrator explained the nature of a Poltergeist and it's chaotic nature. "What a bunch bullc..", Brad yawned as he fell asleep.

This sentence however didn't sit right with one entity watching Brad.