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Sam closed her eyes. She could feel the old house breathing around her, the way old houses do—creaking floorboards, whistling windows, the low hum of ghosts arguing about interior design.

A nervous-looking Native American man in weathered buckskin appeared near the door, wringing his hands. “We should not be here. She’s not dead yet. It’s invasive .”

“Dead serious.”

A man in Revolutionary War regalia, standing at the foot of her bed. His coat was powder blue, his face smeared with faint traces of phantom soot. He was tapping his tricorn hat against his thigh, muttering.

And they were hers now.

“The foyer ,” Alberta snapped. “First impressions, people. This girl runs a blog. She needs ambiance.”

A Viking with a dirty blonde braid and a chipped battle-axe materialized first, squinting. “What’s all the yelling about, Isaac? Some of us are trying to be dead in peace.” ghosts s01e01 lossless

He recoiled as if struck. Then he turned to the empty corner of the room and shouted, “SHE CAN SEE ME!”