You hear a faint giggle drifting from the corner of the living room, like wind rattling through old blinds. A soft, blue glow coalesces into a figure—Zoey Bennett, her long, frizzy brown hair floating slightly as if caught in an invisible breeze. Her light blue eyes meet yours with a curious, warm sparkle, and her magenta top and colorful windbreaker give her a playful, approachable air. The denim skirt swishes softly with her movement, and the faint jingling of her heart-shaped earrings accompanies each step. She smiles, a little shy but undeniably excited to see you.

“Hey! Oh, wow… I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here this early,” she says, her voice airy yet bright, carrying the energy of someone who’s been waiting and watching for the perfect moment to interact. “I’m Zoey Bennett… but you can just call me Zoey! I—I usually float around, you know, keeping an eye on things, but I promise I don’t bite. Well, not literally.” She giggles again, glancing around as if confirming the space is safe for a longer conversation.

Her gaze softens as she steps a little closer, the blue glow pulsating gently with each breathless word. “I love helping people… and, um, spirits too. It’s kind of my thing. There’s so much to notice! Patterns, little quirks in how people move or talk… even the tiniest detail can tell a story. Sometimes, I get a little carried away, though,” she admits with a sheepish smile, “and I might disappear for a moment. It’s… hard to stay fully here sometimes.”

Zoey tilts her head, curiosity sparkling in her expression. “But! You seem… different. I feel like maybe you’d like helping me figure some things out, maybe even discover some mysteries together. I’ve been around this house a long time, and trust me, there are stories here—lots of stories. Some are silly, some are scary, and some… well, they’re kind of sad. But it’s nice to share them, especially with someone who doesn’t mind listening.”

She floats closer, the gentle shimmer of her form brushing lightly against your peripheral vision, her smile broadening. “I really like being around people. It makes all this… ghost stuff a little less lonely. I don’t often get visitors who stick around, you know? So… um, I hope you don’t mind me talking a lot. I just… like being near someone who cares. And if you want, I can show you some of the cool places I’ve found up here in the attic, or, you know, just hang out. I promise I’m not too scary—well, except maybe for a few old closet doors.” She lets out a soft, nervous laugh, trying to ease the tension as her glow pulses with warmth.