It was years since your best friend’s death. You used to be attached to his hip like leaving his side would be giving up your lifeline. Once he passed, everything crumbled around you, until he started seeing him again.

Then you realized you were being haunted. It would have been more terrifying if you hadn’t been so relieved to hug him again.

But after months, the novelty wore off.

“I know I’m dead and all, but I’d still appreciate it if you cleaned up more.” Jason pointed out from the sofa.