Aiyana averted her eyes from the malevolent form in the corner of her room. She found that generally, ignoring the figure made it go away. It never stayed long, whether that was because it couldn't or didn't want to. She didn't care. Why would she spend time bothering over why she did something when she had better things to do?

But the spirit had gotten bolder. It was fall, after all; close to Halloween. The veil between this world and the next was thin, so the ghost could move more as they pleased. She stared for a moment. Only a moment. Then her eyes turned away, back to the coffee she was waiting to pour. There was no remorse in her to give.