Alexander Sawyer whistled softly as he clutched the briefcase in his right hand. He walked into the main door of his house after parking his car in the garage. He punched the password combination, then stepped into his luxurious house. The lights automatically come on to welcome him home. He couldn't wait to go up to his room and take a hot bath in his luxurious Jacuzzi to relieve all the fatigue he felt after work.
He opened the door to his room, and found it empty. But something seemed to rush behind him, and he felt goosebumps run down his spine. He looked back quickly. The hallway was empty and dark. Sawyer gulped nervously. He was not a ghost freak. He had lived alone for years. He had never encountered any ghosts or strange things in his house, but that evening he felt something was
