Her Sister's Spirit

Kenna's alone in her living room. She's fidgety, waiting. The doorbell cuts the silence. She bolts to answer it, greeting Ryan Keely with a quick hug and motioning her in. Ryan moves slow and easy, cool as ice. She's here to help Kenna ring up her dead step-sister, Tania. In Tania's old bedroom Ryan kicks off the ritual, voice loud and bold. 'Tania! If you're still here, get in me and speak through this body—use it however the fuck you want! Any loose ends you left behind, I'm your ride—finish that shit!' Silence stretches. Both sit there, eyes shut, waiting like idiots. Kenna cracks one eye open to peek. Just as she's about to crack a joke, Ryan jolts—a hard, full-body jerk. The lights snap, flash, go nuts. Kenna pops both eyes open, watching Ryan like a hawk. Ryan's lids lift slow. She glances around, checking the room out like she's seeing it for the first time. Her whole vibe flips; chill Ryan's gone, replaced by bouncy, animated Tania in the driver's seat. They lock eyes—pure joy, raw reunion. The chit-chat drops fast and dirty. Turns out these two used to sneak around when Tania was still breathing. Kenna didn't summon a ghost for closure—she called her sister back for a good, hard fuck from the other side.