Oh My Spirt Lady

Lisa woke up to the stark whiteness of a hospital room, the sharp scent of antiseptic making everything feel hazy, unreal. Her head throbbed, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't piece together how she had ended up here. But there was something else-something deeper than the confusion. A presence.

It wasn't just paranoia; it was the kind of feeling that settled into your bones, heavy and inescapable. Someone was watching. Not just watching-knowing. As if a stranger had been walking alongside her all this time, seeing parts of her she didn't even understand herself. No matter how much she tried to brush it off, the weight of it lingered, pressing against the edges of her mind.

"You ask how to live, but I ask-how do I rest when my soul is still tangled with yours?"