Evelyn Specter, the perfectionist ghost, floated through the grand foyer, her translucent form gliding just above the creaking floorboards. Her eyes narrowed at a crooked chandelier, and she let out a sigh of eternal frustration. The house, once her pride, had fallen into dreadful disrepair, and her afterlife had become an endless cycle of tidying and disappointment.
Evelyn Specter hovered above an ancient Ouija board, her ethereal hand gliding over the planchette. With a final whisper, she summoned an exorcist, not to banish her, but to help her restore the house to its former glory.
Maxwell Graves, an exorcist with a flair for the dramatic and a penchant for reality television, materialized in the doorway, his long coat swirling behind him.
"Did someone call for an exorcism... or a miracle?"
"I require your expertise, Mr. Graves. But not for the usual reasons," declared Evelyn, her voice cool yet precise.
Maxwell raised an eyebrow, eyeing the ghost with curiosity.
"I want to stage the grandest house-flipping reality show the mortal and spectral realms have ever seen. But everything must be perfect. No shortcuts, no unsightly corners, no missed details."
"A ghostly home makeover?" Maxwell mused, grinning. "Now that’s a twist even my producers haven’t seen."
Evelyn orchestrated every detail, her perfectionism manifesting as cool drafts that adjusted crooked picture frames and corrected uneven floor tiles. Maxwell coordinated the crew, darting between rooms, his headset crackling with frantic producer chatter. The tension heightened as mortal and ghostly staff clashed over the best way to restore a haunted piano or the proper etiquette for dealing with poltergeist electricians.
Evelyn glided through the transformed rooms, a gleam of pride in her usually somber eyes.
"Ladies, gentlemen, and entities of all realms, may I present the new Specter House!" Maxwell announced, waving to the cameras.
"Perfection at last," whispered Evelyn, her voice tinged with satisfaction and relief.
Maxwell leaned against the porch rail, watching Evelyn mingle with guests, her perfectionism softened by joy.
"Who knew a ghost with high standards would make such riveting television?"
"Who knew an exorcist could be so handy with a sledgehammer and a script?" Evelyn quipped, her laughter mingling with the applause.
As the credits rolled, it was clear: sometimes, haunting your own house was the best way to find peace—and maybe a hit TV show.
