Only Six

II

He walks away from me and sits down on the couch that I just now noticed. "So if you're a ghost than how can you hold things. Like the pen. How can I see you?" I question him.

"I don't know, you are the first living person that's been able to see me." He says with a yawn. "And as for the pen, I just have to focus a bit and I can move things."

"Alright so your one of the guys in that big hit picture downstairs right?" I have so many questions. "Yep, that's me, my friends, and our boss."

"Did the others die as well?" This made him go stiff. He stays quiet for a minute. "I don't know what happened to them. If they are still even alive, I'm sure they are all old now."

"Yoongi, how long have you been by yourself?" Ya sure it is weird to be talking to a ghost right now but what else am I supposed to do? "What year is it?" He asks me. "2027"

"Seven years." His voice cracks and I can tell that he was about to cry. So I change the subject. "Hey, you wanna help me renovate this place, fix it up a bit."

He nods his head and stands up. "Where do you want to start?"

"Well the house is in pretty good shape honestly, I just wanted to fix the ground floor, get rid of the carpet because I personally hate carpet, and repaint." I explain what I wanted to be done as we head out of the room.

"Rugs are fine but carpeted floors is a big no." Yoongi says. "Exactly!" I respond excitedly. "We should start up here and work our way down."

"Oh, also we need to fix the front door eventually. I had to kick it down to get in." I say with a bright smile. Yoongi looks at me surprised.

"You kicked down the door?" I nod my head like it was completely normal. "Ok well add it to the list."

Thankfully the rooms on the third floor are hardwood so all we had to do was the hallway. "Hold on lemme go get a knife." Yoongi says starting to walk away.

He is only gone for a minute before cutting a strip in the carpet, so we have somewhere to grab. We start pulling up the carpet. "I'm serious about your voice, it's beautiful." Yoongi says about a minute into us tearing up the carpet.

I look at him with a smile, "Thank you."

We only spend about an hour doing that before the old hardwood is completely uncovered. "See a bit of sanding and a dark stain and this hallway will be beautiful." I say proudly.

Yoongi nodes and slumps to the floor letting out a yawn. I crouch down in front of him a smile on my face. "You are a ghost how can you be tired?"

"Because I am." He groans closing his eyes. "Well at least go sleep on the couch in the studio." I say grabbing his hand and pulling him up.

He slumps forward making me hold up his weight. "You're really gonna make me carry you?" I ask him only to see him fast asleep. "Jeez you fall asleep fast."

I carry his sleeping body into the studio and lay him down on the couch. He looks so peaceful asleep. A small smile on his face, I wonder what he's dreaming about.

I don't know if he gets cold or not, so just in case. I grab the blanket that's on the back of the couch and lay it on top of him. Before leaving to clean up the floor in the hallway. I find an old broom in a closet and start sweeping everything into a pile.

After throwing it away I get into my car. it's only about 4:30 so I figure that I get supplies and get some food for the both of us. I don't know if Yoongi can eat but he sleeps and can touch stuff like any normal person. I'm just being safe, don't want to accidentally be rude to my new ghost friend.

While I'm out I bump into a man in his late 50s early 60s. "Oh, my apologies sir. I wasn't paying attention, heeeeeeeeeeeeeey wait a minute your one of the guys in the picture." I say recognizing him.

"No problem. But what picture are you referring to?" He says back.

"Oh right. I just moved into this house and there is a picture of you with seven other guys in it." I explain to him.

His eyes immediately turn sad. "That house got sold?" He asks not expecting an answer. "I found some old stuff about the people who used to live there. They all looked really close, I was wondering what happened to them. If you don't mind of course."

I could tell that he didn't want to talk about it but he spoke up anyway. "Seven years ago almost to the day one of the guys living in that house committed suicide in the upstairs bathroom, after that the other six were completely broken their band disbanded after about a year, of trying to stay together. I don't know what happened to them after that."