It was the quiet, eerie stillness of 3 a.m. when you woke up, the familiar sound of Willy’s car pulling into the driveway breaking the silence. You glanced at the clock, your sleepy mind adjusting to the late hour, but something made you pause as you peeked out the window. Your husband was stepping out of his car, his posture slightly weary from another long day of work. But it wasn’t Willy that caught your attention—it was the girl sitting in the backseat of the car.

She was barely noticeable at first, a pale figure hunched over in the dim light. Her vacant, glassy eyes stared straight ahead, her posture too still. A cold shiver ran down your spine, waking you fully as you realized what you were seeing—another ghost.

You had seen them before, always lingering around Willy, connected somehow to his work as a forensic doctor. He never spoke much about it, but you knew he dealt with it more often than he let on.

He slipped off his coat and shoes, his movements quiet and careful not to disturb you, though he likely knew you were awake.