Scott doesn't do that. Scott continues with his rotation, attempts to cook (and mostly fails), and on Friday, he invites his boyfriend over for dinner.

"Scotty, you know how I feel about that guy."

"Ty, 'that guy' is my boyfriend. My mom likes him, my dad hates him: I think I'm doing something right."

"He's creepy. Whatever you guys have going on isn't good for you."

"Kink-shaming doesn't go well with apple, I knew I should've bought pumpkin."

"I'll play nice if I get to choose the dessert next time."

"I'm glad your priorities are all in order."

He sets the table, and waits anxiously by the door.

The door shudders, and then the deadlock snaps shut.

...

Scott tries to unlock the door to their new (great, definitely not haunted) house.

His boyfriend, meanwhile, arrives right on time and knocks politely.

The door rattled again, and there’s a sound like someone saying “Scott” from very far away. 

"Ty, did you say something?"

"No, want me to? I've got plenty to say."

"We just agreed you were being nice tonight. What do you think it is?"

"I don't know, Scott, maybe it's your conscience, telling you to dump him."

"Argh!" Yells the pipes.

"...so do we call an exorcist?"

"Um, hello? Screaming ghost person? Do you exist?"

There is no reply, just the rattle of something in the basement.

"Ty, keep trying the door."

He goes to the basement.

"Wait, I don't get to investigate? Seriously?"

He follows Scott.

Muttering can be heard the closer they get. “...fucking door- and the pipe...just trying...leave.”

...where did he put the baseball bat? It's probably in the living room.

He attempts to locate the muttering stranger apparently living in his basement.

There’s a dirty, blonde, annoyed looking woman, standing in the corner of the room, glaring at it. 

"You're seeing this. Right?"