Wilbur found himself alone. It seemed as if no one came to visit him anymore.
In his office, where he sat in his chair he saw some strange prints on his window. He decided to ignore it..for now. But as time went on, soon more and more showed up not only on his window, but on his walls, desks,
tables, everywhere. He got up and decided to investigate, what was happening to him and his house. But this, is where he messed up.

An hour
passed and still no hope in finding
who the vandalist was. Soon, a knock was heard coming from his door.
Before he could answer it, it flew open
but no one was there. Wilbur stared
at the door in horror.
What was happening to his house?
Who was doing this? Is this a joke? He suddenly heard someone oddly familiar behind him.
"Hello!" said the voice in a rather cheerful tone.
Wilbur whipped around, but saw no one.
Maybe he's just imagining things. He decided to just go to bed. But he could still hear the voices. Even if he was asleep. But the
stranger never slept.

As days passed, Wilbur struggled with his problem.
He decided to just move out. Make a new house. Maybe his was just haunted.
He could live with Niki, or Fundy. Maybe even Phil.
Yeah, it was all coming together perfectly. He would just stay with his friends while he destroyed and rebuilt his home. Maybe then he could rest easy, without any disturbances from the unwelcome stranger.
-------------------------------------------------------
Word count: 263