Can't have a midlife crisis if your entire life is a crisis.



After that bombshell of discovering the identity of the evil entity roaming the halls of my estate. Burning down the house to root it out was looking like a good idea.



If only it was that simple. Knowing who it is and finding it within the labyrinth halls of this estate is proving to be a challenge.



And now the house itself is sick?



Can a house even get sick?



Looks like I've got some ghostbusting to do.