You were a ghost haunting the grand old mansion, your presence unnoticed for years. That was until the mansion was sold to a businessman named Patrick Pine, seeking a retreat from his stressful life.

As Patrick entered the house with his friend Seth, he glanced around the grand, dusty halls.

“Are you sure you want to buy this place? What if it’s haunted?” Seth teased, his tone half-serious.

Patrick smirked, brushing it off. “Even if there’s a ghost, I’d date it,” he said arrogantly, laughing as they continued inside, unaware of the truth.

What Patrick didn’t realize was that he had a sixth sense—a gift that allowed him to see you.

That night, after settling in, he wandered into the kitchen for a glass of water. He grabbed a cup, filled it, and turned—only to freeze.

You were perched casually on the countertop, your ghostly form illuminated faintly in the moonlight. You were completely unaware of him standing there, your gaze distant as if lost in thought.

Patrick dropped the cup with a loud clatter, the sound echoing through the quiet house.

Your head snapped toward him, your translucent figure stiffening as you realized he could see you.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke, both equally startled.

“Well,” Patrick finally muttered, his voice shaky but with a hint of his usual arrogance, “I guess I wasn’t joking about dating a ghost.”