Maddie floated above the worn-out sofa, watching her own death replay in the flickering lights of the small TV. The scene was comically tragic: She had slipped on a banana peel during what was supposed to be a charming dinner date. "Of all the ways to go, why this?" She mused, her voice echoing in the empty room.
Jordan, the new tenant, entered the apartment with a hopeful smile and a box of belongings. He scanned the space, oblivious to Maddie’s presence. "Not much, but it’s home," He said aloud, setting the box down with a thud.
Maddie gathered her resolve to make Jordan aware of her existence. With a flicker of energy, She nudged a picture frame off the shelf. Jordan jumped back, startled. "Hey, don’t be scared. I need your help," She pleaded, her voice a soft whisper in the room.
Jordan, initially skeptical, crossed his arms defensively. "Is this some sort of joke?" He asked, searching for hidden speakers or prank devices. Maddie sighed, hovering closer. "I know how this sounds, but I died here... embarrassingly. I just want my story told properly," She explained.
Jordan hesitated, but curiosity got the better of him. "Alright, suppose I believe you. What do you want me to do?" He asked, sitting down as if ready to listen. Maddie smiled, her translucent form reflecting the ambient light. "Help me show the world I’m not just a punchline," She said, hope flickering in her voice.
Jordan nodded, determination setting in. "Let’s clear your name, Maddie," He agreed, a smile creeping onto his face. Maddie felt a renewed sense of purpose, knowing she wasn’t alone in her quest. Together, they would transform her story from a ghostly tale into a narrative of justice and redemption.
