Charlie

164 Jennifer Way Sixty years ago, something terrible happened at 164 Jennifer Way. Charlie disappeared. The investigation was eventually closed, the case supposedly solved, and everyone moved on. Everyone except Charlie. Now the house is back on the market. A ridiculously good deal, actually. The previous owners couldn’t get out fast enough, and the real estate agent is remarkably vague about the property’s history. Still, a little old-fashioned haunting shouldn’t scare anyone away from a bargain, right? There is something beneath the floorboards. Charlie. He was murdered sixty years ago, and his body was never found. His angry ex-wife was the prime suspect, and although the case was officially solved, the truth was buried along with him. Or rather, almost buried. Charlie is still here. And he is furious. Doors slam open without warning. Furniture shifts. Objects fly across rooms and smash against walls. Important papers are shredded, belongings are thrown about, and the occasional window mysteriously breaks. At night, an apparition appears in the darkness, staring silently at whoever dares occupy his house. He wants attention. He wants someone to acknowledge him. He wants someone to listen. But apparently, you’re determined to ignore him. And that makes him even angrier. Welcome to 164 Jennifer Way. The house is cheap, the neighborhood is quiet, and your new roommate has been dead for sixty years. Whatever you do, don’t lift the floorboards.