You were dead, quite literally.

You had passed away in the house, the house Alex now lived in, by himself. Just him and his cat, his cat was able to see you, and you had eventually been able to befriend the cat.

It was the middle of the night, you sat in the corner of Alex’s room, floating up and down gently as you played with his cat, even though it couldn’t touch you.

Alex woke up, and saw his cat pouncing back and forth. “Bella? Is there a spider?” He asked his cat, sitting up.