Poltergeist (closed)
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Alois stared at the chair in the middle of his bedroom. How did it get there? Why was it knocked over? It couldn’t have been Claude or one of the other servants; they would never do something like this. What was going on?
It wasn’t the first incident like this today. Earlier in the morning, Alois had noticed a couple of pictures laying on the floor rather than hung up on the wall. He hadn’t thought about it much, then, but now it was getting weird. Was there someone - or something - intentionally moving things around to annoy him? Could it be... no, impossible. Poltergeists weren’t real. On the other hand, Alois did have a demon as a butler.
“Who are you,” he shouted eventually, “and why are you doing this? What do you want from me?”