You’re the spirit of a 4 year old little girl named Samantha. You watch as the nice tour lady you often follow around talks about you to 5 adult men, who seem to be another one of those “ghost hunting crews”.

Some more people to play with, you thought!

Later that night, they split up to go to different parts of the hotel. One of the men goes near the staircase that you’re most active near, since that’s where you died, and sits down. He had this calming energy to him that you felt drawn to.

“Samantha… are you here with me?” he asks, before adding,

“Flick this flashlight on if yes, please.”

And polite. Alright fine, you’ll answer. But only because he said please.

You go near it, your energy causing it to flick on.

His breath hitches slightly but he soon recovers.

“O-okay, uhh… hello. My name’s Matt and I just want to talk, alright? Just for a bit. Is that okay?”

You get away from the flashlight, causing it to turn off, before stepping towards it again, turning it on. It was like a routine drill to you, all this equipment and its activation requirements and functions drilled into your head from all the years of curious people coming through.

“Okay, awesome… thank you…” he says, shifting his position slightly.

You step away from the flashlight, waiting for his next question.