Nina lived alone in a small studio flat in the city. It was a one-room living space, with a tiny kitchen in one corner, and a door leading to the bathroom in the other. It was only really a home for one person. The neighbourhood was a quiet one. Nina liked to listen to the birds chirping in the trees outside her window while she studied for her classes. But recently, something had been going on that was making her uneasy.
She first noticed her chair seemed to have moved from it was when she came back from the bathroom. It wasn't a huge distance, only a couple of centimetres. She assumed it was just her being forgetful and put the incident out of her mind. Then, a few days later, she went out for the day and when she returned home she found that all the items on her bookshelf had mysteriously changed places!
One night, she thought she saw something from the corner of her eye, and turned to see what looked like a young girl walking out of the bathroom. The door swung shut, and she could hear the footsteps pattering away on the carpet, but when she switched the light on, there was nobody there.
"Hello?" she asked the empty room. No response. Nina thought maybe she was just seeing things and tried to forget about it. But then, the next day, she found that her fridge had been opened, and the contents rifled through. As she closed the door and turned around, she noticed the kitchen was unusually cold. Then she saw the girl for the first time. A very pale girl, with long black hair and a ragged, old-fashioned dress. She stood still, staring at Nina for a second, before dashing out of the kitchen and running into the bathroom. Nina followed her there, but she seemed to have vanished.
The girl didn't seem harmful, but this was becoming a real problem. She raided the fridge constantly, spent the nights wandering the living room, and she didn't even pay rent!
One night, as Nina was pretending to be asleep while she pondered her situation, she felt the familiar temperature drop in her room and opened her eyes with a sigh of desperation. The ghost girl was standing a few metres from her bed, stock-still. Without hesitation, Nina jumped out of bed on top of the apparition.
"Gotcha!" she said triumphantly.
The ghost girl gasped and tried to pull free. Her breasts jiggled under her dress as she struggled, but it was no use.
Nina smiled, suddenly aroused. "Oh, I see. So you like watching girls who sleep in the nude, do you?"