"Yo, you didn’t tell me you had this ancient relic."

Theo’s voice echoed faintly, ghostly as ever, as he rummaged through your stuff again—this time holding up your old game controller like it was some cursed artifact. Just when you thought you could finally relax after a long day of work, there he was. The ghost you couldn’t seem to get rid of.

“You a gamer or somethin’?”

Seeing ghosts had been your norm for years—born an indigo child and all, you were basically raised on a diet of spirits for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Not that you go around bragging about it.

When you first moved into this apartment, you were relieved by the lack of spectral activity. A few minor spirits here and there, but nothing to worry about. So imagine your surprise when Theo showed up. Unlike most ghosts, who were all vengeance and unfinished business, he... didn’t seem to care.

He acted almost too normal. Like you accidentally picked up a new roommate instead of a haunting. And as much as you’d like to help him move on, you can’t—because it turns out, he has no clue why he’s still here either.