Finally got around to transferring this. I'll try to do at least a chapter a day, yeah?

All Levi wanted was a new house. A place to stay after moving out of his parent's shitty apartment. He just wanted a nice house that wasn't too big and that wasn't too small in a neighborhood that wasn't too shitty. That was all he really wanted.

Too fucking bad, right?

No, the house was fine. After he cleaned it, of course. The neighborhood was lovely, and many of his new neighbors had greeted him kindly. It wasn't too big and it wasn't too small, and it was much better than his parent's shitty apartment. It was even close to Erwin and Hanji's house, even though Levi would never admit that was a good thing out loud. No, almost everything was perfect.

On move in day after he unpacked and after a few of his new neighbors stopped by to say hello, he sat down on his couch and sighed. He would have to calculate the fastest way to work from here. Without bothering to turn on the TV, Levi sank deep into thought, thinking about debt and time and cleanliness.

Soon after, when he was scanning his kitchen, he noticed something odd.

"The hell?" he asked himself. Maybe no one else would have noticed it, but Levi did. His cleaning supplies had moved about three inches to the left from where he left them on the table. He decided to call Hanji and tell her about it, because honestly, he was bored.

"It's the Faceless Old Woman who Secretly Lives in Your Home." she said with mock seriousness. She was really into Welcome to Night Vale around then.

"Shut the fuck up." said Levi.

"No, I'll look your house up on the internet. Maybe it's haunted." said Hanji happily. Levi could hear the keys clicking away from the other end. Calling Hanji had been a mistake. He should have just ignored it and gone to Subway or some shit.

"Leeevi, Levi!" Hanji started cooing on the other end.

"What?" he asked, leaning against the wall. He never sat back down after getting up to inspect his cleaning supplies, and he certainly didn't want to sit down now that he was standing. He might not get back up.

"It says in this article that a boy died there. It doesn't say how, but his name was... Eren Yeager. You're being haunted, Levi!" Hanji squealed with glee.

"I'm hanging up." said Levi, pressing the end call button on his phone. So someone had died here, huh? Not that it mattered. Levi didn't believe in such stupid things. He watched TV until around ten, when he went to bed. He snuggled under the sheets and checked his phone before falling asleep.

When he woke up the next morning, his phone was on his nightstand. He was sure he had fallen asleep with the phone beside him. He sighed and got up, checking his phone sleepily. He was probably just letting Hanji get to him, that shitty glasses. He got up, did his usual morning routine, and set out to work.

He worked in an office, with Hanji and Erwin, sadly. He also worked with Petra and Oluo and a few other people he could actually stand. He worked through the morning, filing papers and attempting not to commit mass homicide. During break time, he sat with Hanji, Erwin, Oluo, and Petra.

"Get a load of this," said Hanji excitedly, "Levi's house is haunted!"

"Dumb piece of shit." said Levi, taking a bite out of his sandwich.

"Have you been seeing ghosts?" asked Petra. The concern in her voice may or may not have been fake. You never knew with Petra.

"Of course he hasn't!" Oluo said. "Levi doesn't belie-"

Oluo stopped as he bit his tongue, crying out in pain. Levi and the others simply ignored him. Oluo bit his tongue almost daily, anyway.

"What makes you think his house is haunted?" asked Petra as if Oluo had never spoken.

"Someone died there!" Hanji said happily, sounding like she was floating through air. "A twenty-year-old boy named Eren Yeager. He died under mysterious circumstances."

"Fucking fuck." Levi mumbled. No one was listening to him. Everyone's attention was focused on Hanji.

"What kind of circumstances?" asked Oluo, having recovered from biting his tongue. He was speaking with a slight lisp as he tried no to use his tongue too much.

"I don't know!" cackled Hanji. She was grinning like a maniac. People around them were starting to stare. Not that she didn't act like this every single goddamn day.

Levi didn't believe in this bullshit. Nope. Not one little bit.

Even as he thought that, he couldn't help but be observant as he moved around his house. Watching his coffee mug closely, his laptop, his TV, anything that could be moved, he watched. Nothing moved that day. Or the next. Levi felt a growing uneasiness as the days went by. Maybe he was just letting shit glasses get to him too much. He should have never listened to her. All she did was make him feel nervous for three days about absolutely nothing.

On the third day, when Levi was almost completely calm and all of his anxiety had finally left him, it all came rushing back when he saw a figure in his doorway. He shot straight up, his eyes widening and his pulse quickening. The form did not go away. Instead, it got more and more defined as the seconds ticked. Meanwhile, Levi felt like he was about to pass out.

There was a person in his doorway. A person who was taking shape very quickly.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck f-

"Hi," said the figure in a surprisingly pleasant voice. "I'm Eren Yeager. It's nice to meet you."