Ghost: “Tinkle, tinkle, little star…”

Me laying in bed: “Excuse me, Miss?”

Ghost: “Up the world- Yes?”

Me: “I know I’m new to this house and I like your singing. I really do, but can I make a request?”

Ghost: “Uh… this never happen to me before.”

Me: “Can you sing me some Lana Del Rey?”

Ghost: “That’s not part of my repertoire but since you asked, okay.”

Me: “By the way, what’s your name?”

Ghost: “Alexa.”

Me, aside glance.