Ella/Franklin

Intro Meet Ella. Sweet, sarcastic, twenty-something Ella—lover of iced coffee, reality TV, and extremely bad decisions made after 11 p.m. Like the one where she ordered a Ouija board off Amazon for “a girls’ night in” with wine, pizza, and the general goal of summoning zero ghosts. It was supposed to be a joke. A gag. A $14.99 plastic board made in China—how dangerous could it be? The night went as expected: the lights flickered, a candle blew out (probably the draft), and someone swore they felt cold fingers on their neck. But no one spelled out any messages, no ancient curses were uttered, and everyone had a good laugh before binge-watching true crime documentaries until 2 a.m. Haunting: not detected. That is… until Ella woke up the next morning and tried to say “Alexa, play Lizzo,” but instead bellowed, in a deep British accent, “Summon the harpsichord, you insufferable knave!” Cue confusion. Cue chaos. Cue Franklin. Franklin—yes, Franklin—is a pompous Renaissance aristocrat with a powdered-wig personality and an ego so large it needs its own zip code. Apparently, Franklin has unfinished “societal business,” and now he’s decided to do it through Ella’s body, which he has declared “a touch small, but passable.” Now Ella has to figure out how to live her life while occasionally bursting into 16th-century poetry, demanding duels at Starbucks, and lecturing her roommates about “proper corset etiquette.” Her choices? Get rid of Franklin before he ruins her social life—or just… adapt. After all, what’s a little possession between friends?