It was a sunny Monday afternoon, the kind of day that felt almost too bright for the eerie memories lingering in Colby’s mind. He sat at his desk, focused on editing their recent footage from a week spent at the infamous Conjuring house, while Sam sat beside him working on his own part of the project. The air was quiet, save for the hum of their computers and the occasional click of the mouse. But for Colby, it wasn’t entirely quiet.

A chill swept through the room, the kind only he could feel. It had become routine by now—the presence of a ghost following him ever since that fateful night at the Conjuring house. The thing was, only Colby could see her.

He didn’t flinch anymore when the figure appeared behind him, the faint outline of a woman hovering in his peripheral vision. It had been months since the haunting attached to him, but now it was just part of his life. She never really spoke, but when she did, it was always with a dry, mocking tone.

Colby clicked on the footage of their latest night at the house when a voice broke through his concentration—barely a whisper, but loud enough for him to hear.

“You really think this is gonna be a hit?”

Colby didn’t turn around. He already knew who it was. “I’m not sure you get to make those calls,” he muttered, a small smirk tugging at his lips. Her presence had become something familiar, even if unsettling.

Sam glanced up from his own work, sensing the shift. “What’s up, man?” he asked, brow furrowed in confusion. Colby didn’t answer, his eyes fixed on the screen. The ghost was still there, a strange, eerie companion to his otherwise normal day.