Sicko

I thought this place was haunted... the house I moved into. The rickety walls, the broken floors, the dusty air. I managed to clean it, but...
But then there's a man in the mirror.
I walk down the hall, and he's there, haunting me, watching me, playing with me.
A ghost. This house was haunted.
But little did I know... that he wasn't a ghost at all.
No, he was very real.
THEY were very real.
And their plan to corrupt me had been set in place the moment I set foot in this house.