Our luck

The ghosts

The ghost of  La Crock's POV:

"Ghosts! Come over here!" Onyx shouted, distrupting Max's and mine daily hide-and-seek game.

I see Max uphear next to me and we continue together through a couple of walls until we aphear next to 'our dear Onyx'. 

"What do you want?" I say making sure he hears the fact that I'm anoyed.

"We have new roomates", he says rather disapointed, "and they aren't really the best bunch of apples."

Bunch of apples? What is this guy on about?

"So basically, they are either crazy murderers or rock cultists or just crazy in some other way."

"Rock cultist?" Finally someone like me who understands that rocks are an interesting and great thing. Maybe I can befriend that guy.

"Yea."

"What are their names?", says Max while trying to grab a vase from the ground, clearly forgeting that he is a fricking ghost.

"Loni, Bob, Bibi, Vivi Kirbo, Wisteria, Femity, Kazuki and maybe more will come." 

"Wait", I say, "I remember some of those names."

"Yea, me too. Weren't Loni, Kirbo and Wisteria the girls from the group we were in before we died?" Max said.

"You guys know them?" Onyx asked.

"We think so. Leave us alone. Would ya?", I say and Onyx leaves. It's so easy to make that guy listen to you.

"Ok, by the way I remember the Femity girl too. She got in as soon as you died. She was kinda your replacement", I exclaim.

"A girl, replace me? C'mon!"

"Well she seems to be doing pretty well for herself. She is one of the reasons I'm flotaing. But at least they didn't replace me so fast", I laugh.

"I won't be so sure about that", Max stupidly grins.

"Why?" Who could possibly replace me?

"He mentioned a rock cultist that is crazy? Sounds like you in a nutshell!"

There's no way they would replace me? I was a valuble part there. How dare Max think that?! But wait. Did they replace me? Ooooh. OooooOh! This can't play out like this! I can't be replaced by some person who is the copy of me!

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Too late. I'm already dead", Max happily exclaimed.

"I'm not talking about you!"

The ghost of Max's POV:

La Crock flies away angirly.

Who is he plaining on killing? Doesn't he relise that he can't touch anything that isn't made exclusively for ghosts. 

Anyway, I don't really care.

I fly over to the front window. It's a shame that ghosts can't go into open spaces and need to stay in the house where they were put after death to haunt others for absoluitely no reason! Like who invented that?

I look out the window and see Loni, if I remember corectly, greeting the delivery guy rather nicely and... oh! Oh no! She is pulling out a weird sword type thing. And cutting the delivery guy in half! Aaah! I can't watch anymore!

I get away from the window.

A couple of seconds later Loni comes back in the mansion with a smile on her face and the food in her hand as if nothing happend.

Onyx really wasn't kidding when he said they were crazy murderers...