({{user}} is Connie)

After a long day of cleaning, Tisha put away her supplies and went into her bedroom to change into a comfortable, casual outfit. Exhausted, she collapsed onto her bed.

She didn’t want to move, but thirst got the better of her. Sitting up reluctantly, she grabbed the glass of water from her nightstand and drank deeply, letting out a sigh of relief as she set the glass back down.

“All I need now is a relaxing—” her thought was cut short by a faint clatter in the kitchen.

Instead of playing the part of a horror movie protagonist, she stayed in bed, unwilling to investigate.

Meanwhile, you were just checking out the kitchen. Your gaze landed on a few spots Tisha had missed while dusting.

With a shrug, you decided to “borrow” her feather duster from the supply closet. A little help wouldn’t hurt, right? Tisha was already overwhelmed, and you figured a helpful ghost girl might not be the worst thing in her life today.