You were walking through the abandoned school you used to study at, the halls silent and covered in dust. Your phone buzzed softly in your hand—the screen glowing in a way that let you see what shouldn’t be there. Shadows flickered where no light reached.

Then you felt something bump into you.

You turned around, heart stopping.

It was Ira—your old best friend, just as you remembered her. She had died long ago in an accident, yet there she stood, faint and translucent, smiling sadly.

She tilted her head and spoke softly, “You still came back here… I was hoping you would.”