Investigation "Ghost"

Cold. The basement hummed its ominous song of cold. It was cold in my heart. For a moment, the world froze. A black ghost raced down the corridor. My heart sank, and the blood rushed to my temples. I took a light step to the right. I was scared not even for myself, but for the other one, I had to get this stupid syringe for him! Instead, I'm stuck at the lowest point of this damn house!
The ghost quieted down, apparently entering the second dimension. So I ran out of the basement and turned into the room on the right. It was a hall. My streamer's favorite place. But right now, the main thing was to find a neatly folded counteraction substance. Otherwise, all efforts are in vain.
Oh my God. So. I should tell you everything in order.
Well. My name is Eric. I am the detective opera of our average-sized state. It's certainly not Russia, but it's not the Vatican either. It is quite possible to live here. Recently, my boyfriend Lance and I started moving into a shared house. Otherwise, to hell with us living separately in different parts of the city.
The house was large, two-storied and very spacious.
The first floor (if you look when you enter the house) has a spacious hall on the left, where Lance often began to shoot his tiktok / mugs in tg. There is a kitchen to the right of the entrance and there is already a toilet. If you walk from the entrance, the rooms on the ground floor (from left to right) will be: a basement, a warehouse and a guest room (which we will use as a warehouse for extra things). In the hall, directly going to the front door, there is a staircase to the second floor.
Second floor (watch as you climb it): There will be a wall right there. Turning to the left, there's a closet and to the left of the closet is Lance's room, and it's just his streamer room. Opposite his room is a private toilet and a combined shower room. To the right of the stairs is my room and my office. If you leave my room, there will be a second separate shower/toilet on the left (up to the stairs). And personal pushes that everyone cleans up themselves. Well, that's settled. We liked the house and we stopped by it. I will not describe his encouragement, because it is not so important. We completely entered the house in one day, and in the evening, even closer to midnight, we were exhausted so much that we fell asleep together in the guest room.
I had an incomprehensible dream: two grandmothers fighting in the street, then being dragged by a maniac through my old school. In general: nonsense.
A bright golden ray of the newly risen sun fell on my face. Her eyes opened as quickly as they had closed.
I rubbed my forehead. This room was too bright and it was unbearable to be here half asleep. The pupils shifted to the right and my gaze fell on the face of Lance, who turned to me and sniffed peacefully.
Carefully, I began to get out of this situation, and to my surprise, I succeeded. I put socks on my feet short and quietly left the hall. The walk down the first floor to the kitchen felt extremely unusual. This sense of novelty is stronger in the house than I had in puberty.
After a couple of minutes, I realized that today was my day off and I didn't have to worry about going out into the city or doing any work tasks at all. I closed my work the day before yesterday and now I can do nothing all day, get used to my new home and set up my personal office.
About 10 minutes later, sitting at the kitchen table, I heard rustling from the living room, and after 15-20 seconds I saw disheveled black hair.
"Good morning," I said, sipping my coffee.
"Why are you so early?" - The streamer asked sleepily, sitting down opposite me.
"Well, it's about 11 a.m. now. Besides, I went against my principles and didn't set the alarm." I noticed that it was difficult for Lance to keep his eyes open, so I sent him to bed. "Lance, go rest. I'll go arrange my room."
He mumbled something, and in the end, I just took him to his room and went to my own.
Silence. That's why I love houses, because I grew up in one of them. Not only me, but also my sister Sasha appeared in a quiet corner of Minsk three years apart.
Abruptly, footsteps were heard in the hallway, near the door to my room. "It's probably Lance," I thought, but when I looked out the door, there was no one there. Not only that, Lance was sleeping quietly in his room.
Now I feel uncomfortable. I practically took off running and shot out to my car, taking out all my work supplies, including a pistol.
After closing the car, I ran into the house and locked the door, and after running up the stairs to the second floor, everything turned out to be as quiet as possible. There were no sounds. After bringing the toolbox into the room, I left everything on my new desktop.
"So," I began, when I heard new footsteps already in my room, "What the fuck. Lance.? I asked carefully, in case someone else was walking around the house while Lance was sleeping."
I got up from my seat and circled the room, listening to the sounds from the room. Nothing. The sounds appeared as quickly as they disappeared. I opened the door and looked. Nothing.
"Holy shit. "I looked around the room. The tension grew and I decided to go outside. And for good reason. I found very strange footprints at the entrance to the house. They didn't look like anything. The only feeling was that a man stepped first, and a cat stepped right up. That's exactly right. I captured these footprints, and then followed them. The footprints started from the right corner of the exterior of the house, if you look at the entrance and lasted exactly to the threshold and disappeared.
I tensed up. After examining the entrance area and not finding any traces inside the house, I omitted the situation. Well, you never know. And then I remembered that I have an ultraviolet light, and running up the stairs to my office, I found an ultraviolet device and went downstairs.
I shone the light on the threshold. These same footprints are very.. How should I put it... They followed each other closely in a straight line. I followed the footsteps and they led me to the basement.
I usually use ultraviolet light to see fingerprints or footprints in the room. It was hard enough to tell the difference between the footprints Lance and I had left in the morning and the previous day. I went downstairs. The basement wasn't that big. It was creepy, like everything else, but there was nothing there, and the footprints led me exactly to the entrance to the basement. It was as if the creature that was there had just disappeared.
And suddenly I looked around. A simple basement. The only thing missing is endless food supplies.
I got out of the basement (hooray, they let me out). Tired, I went up to my room. And I decided to shine a fun UV (ultraviolet) light there. There were the same footprints. But they were not only in the hallway, but also in the room itself. Everything was mixed up. And the exact path was like this: from the entrance to the room to the left mini-room (to my office), where this shit circled and came out again to the entrance. From there, it went to the right and came to my bed and closet. And then he left the room again and the tracks stopped.
I was so scared that this something incomprehensible was just a person and was actually looking for me, and I was even more scared for Lance. Suddenly he had this thing, too.
Going to the streamer's room, shining the light on the floor in parallel, I reached the wall to his room, where our sports equipment was lying, and there were more footprints. It's like this is where this stuff has been stuck the longest.
Anyway, I checked the entrance to Lance's room. There were no more footprints. I knocked gently and got an answer, and entered the room. Lance was sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone.
"Is something wrong?" Lance asked me, examining me. I entered the room.
- A simple check. Can I look around?
- Look around. But what?
I turned on the UV, and answered Tom.:
- For the presence of any traces. I've already found some in my room, so I'll check it out here.
"What other footprints."? Lance asked firmly. I looked at the floor and yes, there were those same footprints here too. But there weren't many of them, and that was mostly just at the entrance. There were no such footprints near his computer.
My eyes got stuck on the last trace. His eyes seemed to throb. I felt sick for a moment. Lance saw this and came up from behind, gently placing his hand on my shoulder.
"Is everything okay?" Is there what you were looking for?
"Not at all. But you don't feel it here... A feeling that something is wrong?
- Did you decide that because the porn hub is on on my monitor?)  He chuckled. I quickly and professionally evaluated Tom's computer.
"No," I said, when I suddenly turned to Tom- the footprints ended exactly here, and it was as if they didn't dare to come here, deeper into the room.
- Eric. You're digging too much. Why don't you relax on your only day off? He took my hands, forcing my gaze to fix on his face.
- No, I can't. I'm getting paranoid. I want to understand what kind of traces they show up under ultraviolet light.
Lance hugged me. His arms wrapped around my torso, holding me tightly behind my back. I felt his breath on my neck. Warm goosebumps spread over my skin. I lifted my arms and held him to me.
- You can always come to me, even during the stream. Even though my assistant Candy is on the PC.
Oh, yeah.. Candy. Exactly. It's a powerful virus, similar in mind to a human. Its uniqueness in electronics is certainly surprising. Outwardly, she looks like a girl named nyashechka, but without one eye, and her hands are covered with a dark liquid that somehow resembles pitch or black grease for cars. She covered her bangs over the eye that had fallen out, so that the darkest space of the eye socket was not visible, but the dark, hanging, half-dead eye itself was visible. The other eye was normal. The purple iris of her eye was rapidly watching us at the moment, slightly squinting it. Noticing my impetuous gaze, she waved her hand slightly and disappeared from our field of vision.
"Doesn't she scare you?" I asked a light question, listening to the reaction.
I'm used to it already. She's my chat moderator and knows a lot about things. I'm grateful to her for that.
I smiled. We sat together for a while and Lance went to start the stream.
While he was streaming, I went to the kitchen and made us something to eat.