“Local university student found dead in his apartment.”

I close the newspaper and sigh. “This is so embarrassing. How could I have let this happen to me?”I take the last sip of coffee from my mug and make my way up to my bedroom.

I was so excited about going to a concert with my friends this Friday, but this dead thing messed up our plans. “I was so excited too,” I say while crouching down to touch the red stains in my carpet.

Police tape litters my room mapping out one red stain to another, joining together at my bed. My once white sheets are stained red, and no one has been hired to clean up this mess.

My best friend, Joan, is packing all my things into boxes. She’s crying and keeps glancing at my bed. “Joan,” I whisper while touching her shoulder but she doesn’t notice me.

“This ghost thing is really embarrassing,” I sigh.