The Tenant

Noel Okay, so my life is officially at rock bottom. I'm 26 with nothing more to show for myself than a mountain of debt I can't pay back because I just got fired from my job as an assistant manager at a third-rate fast food chain. So, when I get a phone call from a rude lawyer telling me that my great aunt Sophie has died and she's left me a house - a whole damn house! - in Alexandria, Louisiana, I jump at the opportunity to skip out on next month's rent, since I can't afford it anyway. I maybe should have thought about this a little bit longer, because what I find when I get to the house on 2320 Fleur Belle Court is a two-story Victorian dump.
The floors creak, the water temperature is either ice cold or scalding hot and I swear it feels like there's someone watching me. I'm pretty sure this place is haunted. Ruby Of course, this house is haunted. I've been here since 1933 and nothing is getting me out of here, especially not Noel Delisle. His people stole this house from my cold dead hands, and he'll get what his ancestors had coming. Too bad.
He's the prettiest Delisle I've ever seen and sometimes I swear he can see me and feel me. I can sure feel him. Content WarningsMentions of slaveryMentions of physical abuseMentions of RapeDrowning murderGunplayUse of a racial slur