"Oh my god, what the hell?! You're not supposed to be in here!" "Well, I'm sorry! I can't help that I'm dead!" All my life, I've been surrounded by ghosts. Now there's a sarcastic ass stuck in my apartment and my human roommate is moving out. What else could go wrong here?


This mess all started when I was born. Something went wrong in the process of creating a normal human. Don't get me wrong, everything about me functions normally, so I have nothing to complain about, but if you were me, you would understand that something is really wrong.

I can see ghosts.

Yeah, I know. You're probably thinking, 'oh man, she's so lucky. Ghosts? I would love that!' I'm going to have to stop you there. It's not cool, I'm not lucky, and no, you would not love this. Seeing ghosts means that I have to help them. I'm the only one who they can talk to, the only one who can talk back. They come to me with their problems, but what is a 20 year-old supposed to do to help with "other-worldly" things? I have my own problems to figure out, like what I want to do with the rest of my life.

Being in college is hard enough sometimes, especially with figuring out how to live like a normal adult, much less with ghosts bothering you at all hours. One time, I hired a "witch" to ward my apartment, but that particular adventure cost me $300 for an absolute shit fest. Not only did that charlatan stink up my bathroom, she even smeared a potent mixture of angelica, carob, garlic, juniper, motherwort, and vinegar on my walls. None of her chanting worked, my apartment stunk to high heaven for a solid month, and the ghosts teased me mercilessly for my attempts at banishing them. I tried to ward my apartment myself by finding recipes and chants and shit on the internet, but nothing worked.

Despite my repeated attempts to keep the ghosts away, they kept coming back in droves. Eventually, a rather persuasive poltergeist convinced me to help him, so now I have my very own side-business. A side-business that I don't get paid for doing. Nice for the ghosts, horrible for me.

Truthfully, only a handful of people know about this talent of mine. I don't want to run the risk of being put in a psychiatric institution. Unfortunately, this means I have only a small, close-knit group of friends. By small, I mean three friends. But now, my best friend since middle school, my roommate, is moving out. Erin is taking the next step in her relationship and moving in with her boyfriend of a year. Oh boy.

So, not only does this mean that I'm down half the rent, it means that my partner in the ghost-problem-solving business isn't there for the 3 a.m. fire alarms. Now I have to look for a new roommate, share the news of my "special gift", or hide it from the newcomer. I'm voting for hiding it, but Erin will probably convince me to spill the beans. Unfortunately.


A/N: Hello there! I love random inspiration, it's so wonderful. I was bored at work and started scratching out ideas, and this was the result. I hope you like the prologue; the first chapter will be coming out shortly!

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