Mike lay sprawled on the couch, lazily flipping through TV channels. Emma sat nearby, absorbed in the glow of her phone screen. "Ugh, nothing's on. Let’s check that old horror channel," he suggested, flipping to a channel drenched in static and eerie whispers.

Mike chuckled nervously, "Okay, remote, relax," his voice tinged with disbelief.

"You’re losing a fight to a remote?" Emma teased, her laughter filling the room.

"Okay, now it’s personal," Emma declared, grabbing the remote and slamming it down on the couch. "Chill out!" she commanded, her tone firm.

Mike and Emma watched in stunned silence as the ghost flipped the channel to a cooking show, munching on its popcorn. "…Do we charge it rent?" Emma whispered incredulously, her eyes wide with disbelief. The screen faded to black, filled with the echo of eerie laughter and the teasing text: "Subscribe for more ghostly encounters!"