Being Dead Sucks (OumaSai/SaiOuma) -Being Edited-

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Sassy ghost. 

There's a sassy ghost in my house right now, sitting across from me on my couch. I don't even know what to do. Ghosts are real, and I have one with me right now. He's surprisingly.... normal. He's basically just a person- an annoying one that can disappear at will, but a person nonetheless- that no one except me can see for reasons neither of us can figure out.

"Maybe you're like, psychic or something." He suggests.

"I guess it's a possibility... but if that's true, how come this is the first time I've experienced something like this?" I added. I have absolutely no experience with the paranormal before otday, so me having some sort of supernatural power that allowed me to see the dead is incredibly unlikely.

He shrugged. "I don't know anything about psychic people, or the occult. If I had known I was going to die, I would have done some research. But just a possibility, I guess."He takes a small strand of his violet hair and twirls it between his fingers, thinking.

We've been at this for a while now, just talking. I've been trying to interact with him somewhat normally, but the shock hasn't worn off in the least. 

What I'm seeing and experiencing feels so incredibly unreal, even though I've been interacting with him directly for about an hour, and I know that this is really happening. I don't think I'll ever get used to his presence, for however long he has to stay here. 

Speaking of that, I have no idea how I'm supposed to help him, or what it'll take. He kind of got forced on me, and I'm not sure what to do. I want to assist him in being freed, but I'm entirely lost and know less than nothing about what I'm supposed to do. To be honest, I'm just as useless as he is in this situation.

"I don't know, either." I finally conclude, an unhelpful sentiment.

"Well, I'm really glad to be staying here either way. Not that I'm particularly fond of you or anything, but nighttime outside as a ghost sucks. Remember how cold my hand was?"

I ignore his slightly offhanded comment at the beginning and nod. It just seems to be in his nature to be a bit rude. "Yeah. I didn't mention anything because I didn't think it was something unusual, but... is that a ghost thing?"

"I guess so. I feel really cold all the time and it's worse at night, for some reason. I mean, I'm dead, but there were times were I felt like I was actually going to die again. That's how bad it was. I couldn't get inside anywhere. I tried, but I could barely move. I can phase go walls, but only when I have energy, and it was really draning."

"Wow. That sounds really..." I'm trying to search for a proper word to describe it. It sounds absolutely awful, waiting outside for eight hours straight for the sun to come up so you get momentary relief from being seized by the cold.

"Shitty?"

...That works. "Yeah." 

There's a moment of silence as we both search for something to say to one another. It's awkward for us both. I mean, I just met this guy, and now he's staying at my house? I mean, it's not like either of us really had much of a choice, but it's quite strange. 

"Aaaaaaaaaanyways, I'm really sick of this outfit. It's dirty and bloody and gross. Can I borrow some of your clothes?" He asks me bluntly, out of nowhere.Wow, he really does get right to the point.

I was wondering if he'd want a change of clothes. If I were in his shoes, I definitely wouldn't want to be stuck in the outfit I died in.

"Um, I guess. I'll have to get you some stuff from town but for now, you can borrow something of mine." It's a bit uncomfortable, but we don't have any alternatives. Can I run ghost clothes through the washer and dryer?