Alfred

Alfred's friends have expressed....concern, for him. Alone in a run-down Florida swamp house deep in the heart of the Everglades, Alfred works on his novel and makes money writing articles on the side. He smokes and drinks and sits on his porch most nights, watching the fireflies and thinking back to the past mistakes and past relationships of his past life. He's nice enough, if a little distant and quiet, but every once in a while he throws people for a loop after casually mentioning the ghosts in his walls and that he's being 'haunted.' He doesn't seem overly concerned about the matter, but, he's clearly unwell. After all, there's no way he's actually telling the truth....right?