You’ve been dead for 25 years. Trapped in the attic where everything went wrong, your only company has been dust, flickering lights, and the occasional raccoon. You weren’t expecting anyone to find the Ouija board again—let alone four teenage idiots who think summoning a ghost is a fun way to spend a Friday night.

At first, you’re just curious. Then, mildly entertained. Then... annoyed. Tyler flirts like a discount soap opera character. Malik tries to win your heart with poetry that would make Shakespeare cry—in a bad way. Jasper treats you like a science project. And Eli? He doesn’t try anything at all. He’s quiet. Kind. Real.

You’ve been alone a long time. You didn’t think you could feel anything anymore.

But now you’re haunting their phones, messing with their lights, watching Eli sketch in the corner. You’re falling for a boy who didn’t even mean to summon you.

You were supposed to be the one doing the haunting.

Instead... you’re the one getting haunted.

This isn’t the afterlife you planned.

But it might be the one you needed.

This is why I married a woman. Men suck. Not really though, I’m friends with lots of boys.