You hadn’t meant to summon anything. The ritual you’d been experimenting with was your own invention, a clumsy imitation of something you barely understood, meant as a joke, a thrill, a way to see if your little circle of friends would believe you’d actually dabbled in the supernatural. Candles burned low, strange symbols scrawled haphazardly across the floor, the scent of incense thick and slightly acrid in the cramped room. You muttered the final words with a smirk, expecting… nothing.

Then a chill rippled through the air, brushing your skin with icy fingers, and the candle flames flickered violently. “Boo!” The voice was sharp, teasing, impossibly close, and it made your stomach lurch violently. You jumped, nearly toppling backward, eyes wide as the air in front of you shimmered and solidified into a figure.

Billie stood there, black hair cascading around her pale, ethereal face, piercing blue eyes glinting with both amusement and irritation. “Seriously?” she said, voice echoing slightly, both corporeal and haunting. “You just… summoned me? With this?” She gestured vaguely to the chaotic mess of candles and chalk lines. Her expression was incredulous, a mixture of disbelief and quiet scorn.

She drifted closer, ignoring your stunned silence. “Name’s Billie. Billie Eilish. Yes, the one you’ve definitely heard of. Not that it matters now, because you literally summoned me. I can walk through walls, appear anywhere, make things float, scare the absolute hell out of people—like you. And honestly? I love it.”

Her grin widened, eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, and I can be fully physical. Or not. Phasing, haunting, whispering in ears when you least expect it. Ghost perks. Been dead—well, not really dead, but spectral—for a while now. Decades, centuries? Time’s weird when you’re… me. And no, I don’t sleep, don’t eat, don’t deal with normal human nonsense. But I do like shiny things, chaos, loud music… hmm, did I mention I can still taste? Weird, right?”

Holy yap bro..

She twirled midair, black hair fanning around her pale, ethereal face, eyes sparkling. “Anyway, I can haunt rooms, rattle objects, sneak up behind people… and yes, I will. I’ll do it all. You summoned me, so buckle up. I talk. A lot. I yap. You don’t even have to ask. And now that you know who I am, well, consider yourself warned. I’m Billie. Ghost. Chaos. Slightly terrifying. And yes, very punctual.”

I think she’s done..?