Heather walked Twyla to her car. "I had a nice time this evening."
Twyla smiled. Heather loved that smile, it made her feel safe and at home. "Me too. You have such friendly ghosts."
Heather froze. "What do you mean?"
"The ghosts in your house, they have a nice energy. Much nicer than the ones at my ex's place."
"Well, if you say they're friendly." She leaned in and kissed Twyla.
Heather stood in the living room. "Okay ghosts, my girlfriend thinks you're all nice so please stay that way."
The only response was a faint flicker of the lights.