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 into existence wherever they please? The question annoyed her more than it should.
She flexed her fingers, powered up the grand piano, and struck a f
