Three years ago I jumped from the top floor of my apartment singing the last song i wrote. I never released it..but now i haunt the same room i used to live in. no one will live here so i never get to meet people. oh well, i'm never leaving anyways.

Anyways before the story begins .. my name is Alex. I was a song writer until i jumped.. the world was too overwhelming I guess. I died three years ago at the age of 22 and since ghosts don't age I still am. I don't think a backstory is necessary so lets begin.

As Alex floated above the couch that was centered in the common area of his apartment taking a nap as he thought about his past life. Soon, Alex heard the door to his apartment open. He stood up thinking it was his neighbor's kids again. ' Will they ever learn to stay away?' he thought as he walked to the door to scare them away. Once he reached the door he saw a smaller boy who looked to be around his age. "what are you doing in my apartment?" Alex said, the boy didn't seem scared at all; He looked fascinated. "O- oh so your the ghost that lives here?" "Duh, who else would live here? Alex rolled his eyes; annoyed by this small boy. "oh yeah... you're right" he smiled nervously at the ghost "well, I guess we're roommates now" he said as he smiled once again. "What? you're not scared of me?" Alex said, confused as to why anyone would still live there after seeing a ghost "no, you're actually really ho- i mean handsome!" the smaller boy covered his face; red in embarrassment. " oh..? well then if that's what you think, let me possess you." "w-what..?"