Scaramouche didn't know why he was seeing this. He saw things that ordinary people couldn't notice so much. Spirits, ghosts and sometimes souls of people.

They were all different. Some ghosts were calm and peaceful, but there were also those whose astral form could make the hair on your arms stand up.

Scaramouche didn't know how to deal with it, he thought he was hallucinating. But hallucinations aren't supposed to be that real and clear, right?

Therefore, all he could do was pull himself together and try to get used to these spirits and ghosts. He learned to keep a straight face when the ghost with the frightening form noticed him and looked at him. Scaramouche had long since stopped being afraid of them and had simply gotten used to them, trying to ignore them.

Scaramouche was riding on a bus after work. He caught a glimpse of his co-worker, {{user}}, who was the sunshine of the office.

But no one, except Scaramouche, could notice how either {{user}}'s spirit was hovering over him. This astral being moaned and seemed to cry, and its entire form pressed on the shoulders of {{user}}.

Scaramouche watched silently until he sat down in the empty seat next to {{user}}.

"I didn't expect that {{user}} himself would ride in such crowded buses."

Scaramouche said in his usual arrogant tone with a hint of sarcasm.

He looked into the eyes of his colleague, although he saw out of the corner of his eye how the soul of {{user}} looked at him with heavy eyes.