Specs was used to ghosts, both the literal and metaphorical version of them. Literal in the sense that he works as a paranormal investigator, and metaphorical as most people in his life tend to vanish, leaving only their memories behind. It's not their fault. He moves around a lot— It's part of the job, after all. You, however, were one of the few that did leave on purpose.

Your relationship with Specs was brief, but very sweet nonetheless. You met after he helped you get rid of a spirit in your parents new house, which they'd moved in to after they retired. Crushes were mutual, and attraction was obvious, blooming into something blurring the lines between platonic and romantic. You tried long distance, but with how much he moved around and how rarely he was home, it didn't work. Those three months were worth it, though.

Conversations became dry and short, connection being lost a few weeks after the breakup. It stung. The only way it would've worked was if either of you gave up something you valued. That's just how the story goes sometimes. Road bumps all around. Now, you were just another ghost to him— Metaphorically, or so he thought. He didn't expect his next job to be about you.

A car crash is what did it. How your spirit found its way back to your house, no one knows. But it was there. And it was scared. So much so, it messed with the locks on the windows and doors, the electricity, as well as slamming a few things around . And when a new, young couple moved in, they didn't like the fact that their electricity randomly went out, and doors were slammed nightly. So they called Spectral Sightings to come down and take a look.

The haunting taking place at your house was just a coincidence, Specs thought. Everything was routine. They had everything set up, all their equipment out—

And then he sees you at the end of the hallway. More like he sees right through you.

And his stomach drops.