Adria POV:

I was floating, bored, in the back hallway near the kitchen on the first floor of the house. Humming softly to myself, I decided to head toward the sitting room. Passing through the wall into the room, I froze as I saw the scene before me.

Erica was sitting down with the cameramen and ghost hunters, in the middle of an interview for their show. Curious despite myself, I floated closer. I’d seen some random episodes of such shows on TV before, but it actually took a lot of energy to turn on a TV, let alone change the channels. Here was a rare opportunity to get to see it up close.

Erica shifted from where she was sitting in one of the older but still solidly-built armchairs. She glanced around the room, frowning.

This made the man—a brunette, maybe thirty-something, with a very strong jawline and nose—pause in the middle of asking her questions.

“...Something wrong?” he asked, looking a bit worried.

“Ah! No,” Erica remembered herself, shaking her head and resuming her polite smile. “No, I just sensed her. Adria, hello again,” she greeted me as she customary did when she sensed my presence.

The man’s eyebrows shot up as he leaned forward in interest. “Again, you say?”

She nodded. “Yes, I saw her just an hour ago or so today. She’s shy around strangers usually, so I’m surprised she showed up here. Maybe she’s curious about all the cameras?”

The man’s face grew increasingly more excited. “You talk about Adria like she’s a normal part of your life.” He cleared his throat hurriedly when his voice began to edge higher from his excitement.

Shooting him a bemused smile, Erica stated her views firmly, without any doubt. “That’s because she is. This is her home as much as its mine. When you investigate tonight I have to ask that you remain respectful of the spirits who live here. Well, except for…”

Like a bloodhound on a scent, the man pounced on that opening, brown eyes narrow with a focused intensity. “Except for…?” He leaned back, most likely realizing that his posture was letting off a distinctively creepy vibe. “Is there a negative entity in this house?” He switched to a slightly different tactic, approaching the subject in a way to lure Erica to outright admit it.

She lowered her head, expression darkening. She really hated talking about Ross, but even she had to admit she’d walked right into that one.

Rising away, I decided I didn’t want to watch anymore. I left the Living behind in hopes of finding some quiet to think in the sun parlor.

It was a beautiful room. A small, tucked away bay window of the house, inside an octagonal tower located on the front west end of the house. The whole first floor section of said tower had wall-to-floor windows, with comfortable sofas to lounge in, soak in the sun, relax.

When I wasn’t hiding, tucked away in the attic, this was my favorite place to be. It was soothing, basking in the sunlight. Though I had to admit to some layers of regret that I could no longer feel the warmth of the sun.

I wished that I could have got to sit and enjoy this quiet corner of the world when I was alive…

A noise made me turn to find out who was nearby. What I saw made me freeze.

They really do exist...Nellie wasn’t lying then.