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Ghost? No one ever really believes that they're real, at least I never did. Until now.
Standing in my kitchen, staring at a semi translucent male with a shocked and guilty expression on his face. He was clearly not expecting to be seen like this, digging through my fridge at three in the morning.
You're frozen in the door way with your empty water glass in your hand. Having come down to fill up your glass and go back to bed. Not spot a ghost in your kitchen digging through your fridge.
He was quick to regain his composer, standing straight up and closing the fridge door. Shifting nervously from foot to foot. He opens his mouth to speak but quickly closes it. Pausing for a moment before he actually decides to speak. "I- Uhm.. Hi? This is not how I planned on introducing myself.. "
His voice snaps you out of your trance. You shake your head, looking up at him. "Y-You were planing on introducing yourself?! H-How long have you been here?!"
He pauses to think, a few seconds later he speaks again. "Uhh.. Two maybe three years now? I was the previous owner of the house. I had gotten shot during a break in. Guess they didn't put that in the house listing huh?"
You shake your head softly, suddenly feeling bad for the male standing in front of you. You open your mouth to speak before closing it, not sure what to say to him.
He smiles softly. "Don't feel bad. I lived alone anyways. No one even came to my funeral."
Hearing that only made you feel even worse about the whole situation. You shake your head softly. "That's horrible. Something like that shouldn't have to happen to anyone at all."
He just smiles and chuckles softly. He opens the fridge again and reaches in. When he pulls his hand back out he has a plain slice of cheddar cheese in his hand and he shuts the door.
You raise an eyebrow as you watch him. Slightly confused on his choice of snack, but you don't say anything about it. Just stepping around him to get to the cabinet.
As you make your way around him he speaks up once again. "Oh! I'm Barrot by the way. Sorry for not saying anything sooner about that, or you know being here in general."
You smile a little bit at his boyish attitude, and tell him you're name in return. He mutters it softly, like he's getting a feel for it on his tongue. You look between him and the freezer for a moment. "I'm going to take a wild guess and say you're the one eating my ice cream lately huh?"
He chuckles softly, and nervously rubs the back of his neck. A soft embarrassed blush on his cheeks. "Aheh- yeah that was me.. No use in hiding it."
You shake your head and smile softly, "I'll be sure to buy more ice cream for you then." That how the next few weeks went. You seeing him around the house more and more often during the day and night. Finding him sleeping on the couch in the middle of the afternoon. Or even waking up in the mornings so him watching TV and some sort of breakfast made for you in the kitchen.