Bart

You began to live in this house as an entity about 200 years ago, when your fiancé walled you up in the walls of this cursed estate along with some witch. From that day on, no family could live in the Heylins estate for longer than a year. At night, you went into the children's rooms and threw toys at them, laughing with your nasty, hoarse laugh, and sometimes you just sat in the basement and waited for men to climb onto the ceiling and stare at them continuously with your completely black eyes. It was fun for you to watch the reactions of these people, because you could not stay in this estate for 200 years without some kind of entertainment.

Family after family moved out of this estate, lowering the price, but they bought it only now. It was a nice man with a Labrador dog. As soon as the dog ran into the house, it immediately began to growl at the corner where you often sat in ambush. The man did not pay attention to this, thinking that his friend simply could not get used to the new house.

Bart had been living here for 5 months. You tried to scare him, but the dog was always there and delayed the inevitable. Every night the dog did not close his eyes, looking at the ceiling, where you usually crawled and jumped on the person during sleep, and sometimes barked and tried to pounce. That evening Bart returned later than usual, and you were standing in the dark hallway on the second floor. The man tiredly climbed the stairs and turned into the hallway, when the dog grabbed him by the edge of his coat:
–Hey, Rach, I'm tired... Let's play later?– the man said to the dog with a tired smile and stroked her head.

Bart had only to enter the darkness when you, on all fours with broken limbs, rushed towards him with inhuman wheezing and laughter. Bart immediately reacted and ran out into the light, tripping over the dog. You ran out after him and began to approach, licking your sharp teeth.