Conner and the ghost

The beginning

Connor walked into the empty house, dropping his heavy backpack by the door. His parents worked all day and were never home until later. He stretched his arms, his schoolbooks weighed his backpack down quite a lot, it didn't help that his house was quite a ways from school. He walked to the kitchen to make himself something to eat. As he turned the corner into the kitchen doorway he heard something scuffle behind him. He brushed off the noise as he was too tired and hungry to investigate and continued his way into the kitchen. The cabinet doors were all open. Connor was confused, but not too phased by this. He sighed and closed the cabinets. He took out a bag of potato chips and made his way upstairs. He walked up the stairs and down the dark hallway towards his room. He thought he heard a second pair of footsteps following his but at a slower pace.
Creeeek creeeek creeeek
Echoed the floorboards. Connor felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. When he was in front of his door he touched the handle. It was much colder than it should have been for such a warm day. Nevertheless, he turned the handle and walked in. He flicked on the light switch and saw his bed was messy despite being made earlier. His pillow had been thrown across the room. He picked it up without having to fully register what happened and plopped it back on his bed. He looked over at his desk which also had been messed up. Pens were spilt and paper was strewn about. At this point Connor had had enough "COME ON ZACK!" he shouted at the empty air "again with this?! It's not funny and it never has been funny!" Connor crossed his arms. A giggle was heard in the direction of his bed
"I thought it was pretty funny!" a disembodied voice of a child stated. Connor looked at his bed where a shadowy figure began to appear
"Zack" he addressed the figure "you do this every day!"
"and you always get angry!" the figure became clearer as a person.
"exactly!" Connor sat on the bed next to sack and began eating the potato chips
"Can I have one?" Zack asked
Connor looked at him "you can't eat! You're a ghost"
"oh yeah." Zack's silhouette looks down. he had forgotten he couldn't eat. "I'm hungry." Zack lived in constant hunger and cold. He didn't remember how he had died, but he knew it was somewhere cold. "can I hold one?" he asked
"You want to hold a potato chip?" Connor looked at Zack a little confused. Zack nodded. Connor shrugged and handed him one anyway, Zack was a little weird. He met Zack a long time ago when he had first moved into the house. He feared Zack at first but soon befriended the lonely ghost. Zack tossed the chip at Connor "what was that for?!" Connor shouted. Zack responded with a giggle, he was always messing with Connor.
"it's funny!" Connor rolled his eyes and patted Zack's shoulder. He was annoying but also the only friend he had.