Good. They're gone. I didn't want to take things too far. I didn't want dead bodies in my hands. I was happy they left. I just want to be left alone in my doomed cursed afterlife. I will always be alone. I like it this way, alone and content.
Should anyone disturb me, I will not be so forgiving. I will scare them, and hurt them, but I won't kill them. No, maybe not.
I floated into the kitchen, once that family left, I returned the normal, rightful, furniture in. I grabbed what I wanted and sat in the living room on the couch. I smirked and took a sip of the coffee.
Messing with those investigators had been so much fun. I didn't show myself too often, and I talked. That alone got them worked up. I need to perfect my technique, and something tells me that I will have lots of chances to do so….