Afterlife?

Afterlife? Part 2

6

"I think this is really mean."

Tristan said to Miles as he grabbed his jacket to go out.

"It's just a little fun. No real harm."

"But why would you want to scare your best friend?"

"Because I don't want him telling my parents where I am. Just remember what I told you to do and say, and everything will work out fine."

"Okay, but I haven't taken any haunting classes yet, so I'll probably suck at it."

"Believe me, being a ghost is more than enough."

Miles walked out of the apartment, and Tristan made himself invisible as Miles had told him to, feeling guilty for being a part of his devious scheme.

..........

Winston was taking out a box full of stuff when Miles found his car by the road in front of the apartment building.

"Wow, looks like you got everything. Thanks, Chewy."

"Actually, Frankie helped me with them. She wanted to know where you were."

"You didn't tell her, did you?"

"No, it's not like I'll go out of my way to please her. But still, Miles, I think you should at least tell her where you are."

Not liking what he was hearing, Miles changed the subject.

"So, will you help me take these boxes up?"

"What? No way! You take them up."

"Chewy, I've been in the apartment for 24 hours now. Believe me, there are no ghosts."

"Maybe you can't see them because you don't believe in them, but I do. I'm not going up there."

"There are three boxes here. I can't carry them all up. Seriously, Winston, it's no big deal. There's nothing, I promise. You don't expect me to go up and down seven flights of steps."

"What? I thought there's an elevator in this building."

"It's out of service, something wrong with the wiring."

Winston sighed.

"Fine, but let's make it quick."

..........

Climbing seven floors while carrying two heavy boxes was no fun, but Miles endured it, remembering what was soon going to go down. He heard Winston's heavy breathing behind him, and silently laughed to himself.

Letting himself into the apartment with his key, Miles put the boxes down. Winston hesitated on the threshold.

"Just come in, Chewy. Really, it doesn't look scary at all, does it?"

Winston stepped in gingerly, and put down the box.

"I'll get going, then."

"Come on, we've just climbed like a billion stairs. I'll get you something cold to drink."

Winston was still hesitant, but he was thirsty.

"A soda, then. Thanks."

Miles walked toward the refrigerator, smiling to himself. Winston looked around the apartment, thinking that perhaps it was okay. Just as he turned toward the door, he came face to face with Tristan, doing his best to look solemn and scary.