Lucy had vanished from her professor's house with the stealth of a seasoned thief, her bags packed and slung over her shoulder as she slipped away—destination: the dormitory. After cashing her cheque, she'd claimed a shared room, settled in, and made it back to class before her professor even showed up.

That morning, she’d woken on his couch, chilled by the AC, cocooned in a duvet she had no memory of pulling over herself. She could’ve sworn on her grandmother’s grave that the professor wasn’t capable of such considerate gestures. Which left only one explanation: a ghost.

But wait, do ghosts sneak around like burglars, or do they just poof...