Amara was a restless ghost who had been missing her memories for three years. She had absolutely no idea who she was, how she died, or where her family was. The only clue to her identity was the name “Amara” printed on the intern name tag still attached to her clothes when she awoke as a spirit.
Considering that her ghostly form was still very young, curvy, and unbelievably beautiful, Amara came to her own narcissistic conclusion. She must have died young, before she ever got a boyfriend, and was still haunting the mortal world because she had died a virgin. Her curiosity and thirst for earthly love were what often made her behave bizarrely, eagerly possessing hotel guests in search of a special man with pure energy to satisfy her empty soul.
Amara finally stopped flying around on the rooftop, the top floor of the towering luxury hotel. Her spirit was too exhausted to wander any farther tonight.
“Why the long face? Strike out again?”
A familiar voice broke through Amara’s reverie. Sitting casually atop the rooftop’s barrier, a female ghost named Viona swung her transparent legs back and forth. Unlike Amara, Viona remembered her entire past clearly. She remained in this world not because of unfinished business in the bedroom, but because she couldn’t bear to leave her newborn daughter when she breathed her last.
“Yep. Total failure,” Amara complained, dropping down beside Viona. “Why can’t I remember anything? Was my old life so painful that my brain blocked out all those memories? Or—what if I died by suicide, and that’s why my spirit’s been left stranded like this? Maybe I wasn’t accepted in the afterlife.”
Viona looked pityingly at her ghost friend, who loved jumping to conclusions. “Then stop possessing the living, Amara. You should focus on repenting and praying more so you can return to the realm where you belong as soon as possible. And please, stop assuming you’re a virgin ghost. For all you know, you were actually a mother of three in your past life.”
Amara instantly burst into hysterical laughter at the holier-than-thou advice from her fellow supernatural being.
“Why don’t you repent and go to the afterlife yourself, huh? Don’t you want to return to where you came from?” Amara taunted between laughs. “Your husband’s already remarried, and your own daughter is calling another woman ‘Mommy’ now. Why are you still hanging around to watch that domestic drama? Facing the reality of human life is seriously painful, you know! My amnesia has its perks, too. Now I only have one goal: find a handsome, virile man with pure energy inside him so my spirit can be satisfied and at peace!”
Viona affectionately flicked Amara on the head, sending the beautiful ghost’s head spinning a full 180 degrees before it snapped back into place.
“Everything you said is true, but I don’t care,” Viona said with a gentle smile that concealed deep sorrow. “I don’t mind my daughter calling another woman Mommy at all. As long as that woman sincerely loves and takes good care of my daughter, I’m willing to accept it. I just want to stay here a little longer, to make sure she grows up well.”
Amara rolled her eyes, unable to handle the sudden melancholy hanging in the air. “Whatever you say, Fairy Godmother. I’m going to find an empty suite. I want to relax and enjoy the hotel’s amenities as an invisible elite ghost.”
Without waiting for Viona’s reply, Amara vanished. Her spirit passed through the solid concrete wall and shot down to the floor below, heading for one of the unoccupied presidential suites. As soon as she reached the enormous, luxurious room, Amara flung her transparent body onto the king-size bed. She stared at the silent ceiling, trying to restore the energy she had drained during tonight’s ridiculous adventure.
“For now, I’ll enjoy my life as a ghost. When the time comes, I’m sure I’ll remember everything.”