My G.U.I.D.E

• Invisible •

"I'm dead."

I stared at him with a blank stare, before laughing hysterically. "Right. You expect me to believe that your dead?" I wiped the tears from my eyes, still giggling.

"That's right, Babes."

"Watch the name..." I crossed my arms and looked at him, narrowing my eyes as I looked him up and down, noticing more and more weird features. Is his hair turning a shade of blue? "Well... If you're dead, prove it."

"I can't."

"So you're lying?" I leaned against my desk, arms still crossed.

"Nope. I can't do anything unless you say my name."

"Well what's your name?"

"I can't say it."

"Why?" I looked at him suspiciously. He must have been lying to me, or something.

"Complicated reasons."

I raised an eyebrow at him, staring at him a bit more. He seemed to be floating a few inches off the ground, and translucent in the slightest bit.

After a few moments of staring at him and focusing on small details, he straightened his tie and ran a hand through his hair before speaking again, "like what you see?" He winked at me, making me roll my eyes.

"Well, can't you try?" He took a moment to contemplate the question, looking at me while he thought.

He studied me this time, his eyes going lower down my body. I snapped twice to get his attention. He sighed, rolling his eyes. "God. People are so naive sometimes."

"I'm waiting."

"Like I said, I'm dead. I'm not from this world, and no one ever sees me. Because of who I am, people ignore me because I'm 'strange and unusual.' They don't even bother to listen to me."

"Well, what are you?"

"I'm the ghost with the most, babe." He winked, making a funny feeling in my stomach make it's presence known.

"So you can't say your name, and apparently you're dead?"

"I am dead. And no, I can't say my name."

"Why? Is it against your religion or something?"

"Well, if you consider occultism a religion, then yeah."

"Oc what?"

"Occultism."

"So... what?" I laughed a bit, "you're saying your a demon?"

"Thaaaat's right!" He winked again, making that feeling come back.

"You can't be. You're probably just a fragment of my imagination. I might've drank something other than just water tonight." I was talking mostly to myself, but the man was watching me curiously.

"You're not scared?"

"Not afraid of liars." I shrugged with a bit of sass.

"I'M NOT LYING!" He shouted, making me cower back in fear. I must've pushed his limit, but a look of guilt flashed over his face. "I'm sorry. It's just... Why won't you believe me?"

"You really think it's that easy to just come into my dorm and say you're dead?"

"I know it's not gonna be easy, but you could at least have a little sympathy for me..." His voice was quiet, but still raspy and deep.

"Do you have a nickname, at least?"

He thought for a minute, running his hand through his hair again, which had turned back to green. His face lit up with excitement when he found a nickname.

"BJ!"

"BJ?"

"BJ."

"And that's like... Your initials?"

"Sure, I guess."

I was about to say something else when I heard the door being unlocked. Me and BJ looked at each other. I wore a face of panic, while he looked completely calm.

"Shit! It's Delia! Hide! Or... something."

"She can't see or hear me, babes."

Delia walked in, a huge smile on her face. She seemed a bit drunk, but not completely wasted.

"Heyy! I'm going to go take a shower, again. I'll be back." She grabbed her clothes and walked into the bathroom, staggering slightly. She closed the door and we heard her turning the shower on.

"Well someone's had a few drinks tonight." Me and BJ were both watching the bathroom door.

"At least she's not with some random guy." I shrugged, turning back to him. I'm surprised I didn't jump when I found him standing right beside me. He looked down at me, a small smile on his lips.

"Do you have a nickname?" He sat on my bed, leaning against the wall. I sat down next to him, shrugging.

"A few, yeah... But you can call me whatever you'd like, I guess."

He thought about this again, then looked at me with a smile.

"AJ."

"AJ? Why AJ?"

"It just goes along with mine."

"Well what does it stand for?"

"Absolutely nothing." We both smiled, sitting in comfortable silence.

I sighed and looked up, but he wasn't there anymore. This didn't surprise me, but left me with a small smile.

BJ... 'The Ghost With the Most.' I giggled a little, then decided to get ready for bed.

Once I was ready, I laid down and stared at the ceiling. Delia was asleep, snoring lightly.

I thought about BJ for a while, thinking over and over how we met, and thought about how I didn't freak out and call the police immediately. Sleep eventually came to me, and I relaxed into slumber.