"I must be dreaming cause I don't believe in ghosts."

In nearly every culture in man kind, there seems to be some sort of ghost like creature that exists, sometimes it's a warning, a cautionary tale to stay in line, lest you be a miserably spirit, left without a purpose. Sometimes it's a tragedy, a tragedy of how the human condition could produce such sorrowful beings from beyond the grave. Whatever the reason or the purpose, ghosts have always been prevalent, including in our modern day.

So may I ask, how did you end up with an being from the afterlife chasing you down?

Option A: One day you left your house, doing nothing in particular, perhaps you'd simply enjoy your day, doing whatever it is you enjoy, when you notice a small key on your welcome mat. Curious, you pick it up to examine it. Almost instantly you feel like something was wrong. Like something in your gut was warning you..  what do you do?

Option B: The voices wouldn't stop, they wouldn't stop. They all screeched at you, swore at you, cursing at you, asking why you took their lives, why they had to suffer while you prevailed. You didn't know where this came from, but you knew that there had to be some way to end this

What do you do