'Holy fuck in the sky, I'm dead.' Josh repeated, his ghost-like essence staring at the empty reflection of a window. He knew, if he had the capability of breath he would have probably started hyperventilating by now.
attempting to lean against the lamp, he would prove the laws of physics wrong, causing him to fall through the ground, with only his head above the surface. At that moment his eyes fell across the same black cat from his apartment. clenching his eyebrows together, he eyed the cat curiously; and the cat glared straight at him.
Is it true? do animals see spirits like it is wildly believed by some people?
"pulling" himself up to surface level, Josh proceeds to make his way up to the roof, where the cat had been watching from. 'Sooo . . . you come here a lot or what?' 'Meow.' 'I know right? I'm a ghost, crazy. I know.' 'Meow.' The cat hopped into Josh's lap, surprisingly enough; Josh felt it. In response to a feeling he almost missed, he started petting the black cat. 'murr~' the cat yawned out lazily, stretching.
'Sometimes I forget how quiet the city is at night, it's almost eerie y'know?' The cat did not reply with a meow this time. 'Alright alright, you rest now, won't bother you--promise.'
It was then that Josh would dart his eyes across the cat, which started hopping from roof to roof with certain grace and assurance like it knew exactly where it was going.
'Wait up!' Josh cried out, determined to follow the only friend who could still see him.
Getting to the first hop between roofs, Josh would hesitate lightly, before deciding to make the jump. He would suddenly fall through the building, heading towards a wandering man. 'Watch out!' He yelled at his rapid approach, as the old man stood straight and looked back as his stiff shoulder would connect with Josh, causing them both to tumble downwards.
'I-I'm terribly sor--' He was already forming an apology as the old man fixed his glasses and looked down on the young boy. 'You can see me? I-I touched you?' Josh questioned. 'Yes, you did young man. A ghost I presume, lost? forgotten perhaps.' He paused, mumbling to himself 'Yes. perhaps not one person has value in you. it is rare to see a ghost these days, even the most wicked and crooked get prayers from the local church . . . but you. hm. fascinating. no relatives, no church.'
'Well, whatever the case, I hope you receive your due prayers soon enough, boy. that or your soul will be used in some ritual.' He said, stepping out from the alley and back into the well-lit streets, fixing the creases in his dark suit. 'R-ritual? wait!' Josh rushed to the street, but the old man was already out of sight.
After losing the two beings alive who touched him, Josh was left with an empty hole in his none-beating heart. Assuming no one would arrange his burial, he gathered the university would hold a public ceremony for him on the local graveyard grounds, and so that was his next location. around a ten-mile walk from his current location; no biggie. no biggie at all.
After (from his calculation) a few hours, Josh would make it to the gravesite. There he sat down and awaits the date of his ceremony, which presumably should take around a week to two weeks tops.
'You know, we don't see many younglings these days.' A voice shot across from the other side of the site. 'Who goes there?' Josh replied as the shape of a rather good looking, athletic man came out from the tree-line. 'Just another ghost my friend. Came here in hopes of a ceremony?' Asked the man, sitting beside Josh. 'Yeah.'
Only the sound of wind breaking its way through the trees could be heard, as the two ghosts shared a moment of solemnness. 'So, how long have you been a ghost?' Josh asked, looking up at the athletic man, squinting at his blonde hair. 'A few decades. I believe you people call them "the eighties".' 'Wow, and nobody prayed for you?' 'Let me tell you something kid, it's lonely at the top.' 'At the top? what was your occupation then?' Josh pressed on inquiring. 'Nothing special really, just a . . .' The man paused, the cawing of a raven echoed through their vicinity 'Business-man.' Josh would relax his features, leaning into the grass and looking up at the bleak night skies. 'It's a full moon tonight.' Said the man 'Better stay here, for now, don't want to get captured by some rotting old witch.' 'Right. yeah. rituals and shit. So--you didn't tell me your name?' 'Call me Jaden.'
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