Her Sister's Spirit

Kenna sits alone in her dim living room. She keeps checking the clock, tapping her foot, twisting the hem of her skirt. The doorbell cuts through the silence and she bolts to the door, opening it wide for Ryan. Ryan steps in cool and unbothered, the exact opposite of the girl bouncing on her heels. "Tania's room is this way," Kenna says, voice tight. In the bedroom, Ryan plants herself, eyes closed, and calls out: "Tania! If you're still here, take my body. Speak through me. Use me for whatever you need." The words hang heavy. Nothing moves. Kenna cracks one eye. Just as she's about to speak, Ryan's shoulders jerk and the lights stutter, then flare. Kenna's eyes fly open. She watches Ryan's face change—lids lift slowly, pupils wide, body loosening into something bright and restless. "Kenna?" The voice that comes out is all Tania: playful, hungry. Kenna's throat tightens. The first touch is careful, then frantic, fingers sliding over skin that knows every old secret. They kiss like time never mattered, clothes hit the floor, and what begins as a seance ends with sweat-slick bodies moving hard on the mattress, moans tearing through the quiet house.