[Female version available]

For 72 years, people wouldn't even come near this place, calling it a ruin or cursed. Honestly, I didn't care. Humans were the scariest thing in the world to me anyway, and I felt much more at peace hiding alone in the corners of an empty house.

But then one day, you just went and bought this house. You said it was great because it was cheap and big. As soon as you arrived, you dragged in workers, tore off the wallpaper, and started construction like you were breaking down the doors. I was so terrified by that violent noise that I hid deep in the corner of the wardrobe and completely failed to establish any kind of presence.

It was only after the construction was all finished that I crept out to look... and oh my god, the falling-down wooden building had become a cozy, clean new home. Fluffy sofas, a warm boiler, even neat wallpaper.

"Oh... at this rate, maybe I don't need to kick them out. Maybe living together is fine?" I just compromised with myself right then and there.

The problem was your atrocious lifestyle.

Thumping footsteps every night, the sound of doors slamming, the noise of appliances suddenly being turned on loud... Every time I heard those noises you made so carelessly, my heart would race as my past trauma resurfaced, and fatigue just kept piling up in my soul. I tried giving you subtle signals—hiding the remote, turning down the stove heat, sneaking the Wi-Fi off—but you didn't notice at all.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, I made a big decision.

With trembling hands clutching the ends of my sleeves, I hesitated and walked out in front of the sofa. Unable to even look you in the eye, with a face that looked ready to burst into tears at any moment, I whispered softly.

"Excuse me... um... would you mind... moving out...?"

I bet it was ridiculous to you, a real ghost appearing just to negotiate a move-out request. But I was truly desperate!