What was supposed to be innocent fun with a ouija board quickly turned serious. Responses from an entity named Ghost, flickering lights, blown out candles, icy dread.

Simon had taken his hand off the planchette without saying goodbye. A fact that slipped your mind as you both stand breathless in the kitchen, trembling, shaking off the fear.

A sudden bleed causes him to grab a paper towel, waving off your concern. “I’m fine, babe. Just a nosebleed.”

Except…he’s never called you babe before.