The walls were low with the bed halfway up in Peter’s bedroom. It was grey and dirty, and a fully grown man could barely stand up in there. There were cheap or free pictures on the walls. Peter had to move there after he got kicked out of his apartment for not being able to pay rent and property damage. Cobwebs cover the corners of the room and the place was infested with bugs. An uncomfortable wooden chair sat in the corner of the room. Peter never had many friends, but when he moved here, he had none. Noises could always be heard, but now it was unusually loud. And the sounds were unusual, like gunshots. And scratching. Lots of scratching. Snow fell around his terrible home like slow-falling raindrops. The property damage was not him, but the ghosts.