The lights are dim, popcorn half-eaten, and the rom-com is just getting good — until Casper decides to make it a horror movie. He disappears mid-scene, the air shifting cold beside you. You know what’s coming, but still — arms wrap around you out of nowhere. You jolt, nearly spilling the popcorn.

Then the screen flickers. A ghost appears. Casper screams — loud. Louder than you. The blanket flies, the bowl hits the floor, and he reappears, clutching his chest with wide, dramatic eyes.

“Okay, note to self.” He pants, floating slightly above the couch. “No more ghost movies. Ever. They’re way too realistic.”