The Ghost
 

The man who had taken residence was an older man, thinking he could get some solitude in this place.

His thoughts, however, were interrupted when he was pushed by something he didn't see
"Hm? What was that?"

Moira heard the older male speak when he had pushed him. He then slapped his bottom! He thought this would be great fun! Most of the people who lived here previously always left! He then reached his hand, undoing his belt and taking it, bolting upstairs to an old nursery room that had a few children's toys. He began to play with the teddy bear while dangling the belt on an old crib he had stolen. He giggled softly, still keeping himself invisible. However, he grew bored and revealed himself to the man. "Hello!" He giggled softly.

The man was a bit surprised by the strange happenings, but mostly, irritated. He suddenly saw the boy appearing in front of him "Mhh? And who might you be?"

“Moira!” He giggled and he attempted to swat his bottom with the belt.

Luckily, the years hadn't made him any slower, so the man managed to grab the boy's hand "Oh, so THIS is where my belt went". He kept a firm grip on the hand, a little unaware of just what kind of kid he had come across "Explain yourself, young man"

He felt his arm be grabbed which he struggled but couldn’t slip away. “I’m playing!” He responded to the man giggling. He then pulled the man’s pants down with his free hand giggling.

The man looked at the boy, who seemed unrepentant in his mischief, so he grabbed the other hand. "Very well then, seems you're fond of making trouble. And there's one way to make that kind of behavior dissapear" he said as he pulled the boy towards a nearby couch

He felt himself be tugged towards a couch which he struggled. “And How is that fixed?” He asked worriedly.

The man took the boy over his lap and gave a good smack on the seat of his pants "This is how one deals with naughty little boys"