I always have the weirdest bursts of energy when I wake up at eight o clock. Top it off with half an hour of yoga and I'm on fire. I'm totally going to beat this five hundred words a day thing let's go!

I sat on the couch and groaned. Well more like moaned. It came out as sort of an 'oooooo' sound. But even doing that did not catch the attention of Clarice. She had her back to me and was typing madly away at the computer. I turned my eyes to stare at the X Box and decided to try a little bit harder. 'OOOOOOOOO' I announced, waving my arms. Finally she turned her head to look at me, pushing her glasses up further on her nose. I tried to look as dejected as possible."Not right now buddy, I gotta do this paper." she murmured.

"Come on!" I pleaded, waving my arms. "Just a few more games of Call of Duty! I think I can beat you this time." Clarice smiled and shook her head. "Just a little bit longer and I'll be done. Don't you have anything to haunt or something?" I sighed in an exhasperated manner, but even that didn't quite seem to get to her. So instead I slouched dramatically on the couch, looking for something to do.

You would think that being twelve forever is great, but it really isn't. Not when you're alone. Particularly not when you just so happen to be a ghost. I don't remember how it happened, or what my life was like before I died. I just woke up one day, alone in an abandoned house. You would think there would be a great Someone to tell you what you're supposed to do when you're a ghost, but I had to figure things out for myself. As soon as someone had moved in I put on the best show I could muster. But within a day they had moved out. The same went for the next person, and the person after that. The house started to become more and more unoccupied because I scared everyone away.

All of that changed when Clarice showed up. At first I was going to scare her a bit, you know, out of habit and everything. But as soon as I walked, invisible, into that bathroom, I saw something that changed my life. Er, I mean my unlife. The water was running in the shower, and there stood this woman rubbing soap all over her body. The shower curtain was one of those clear see thru ones. I could see her boobies! I tried my hardest, but I immediatly began to giggle. It's not every day you see honkers like those ones. They weren't particularly big, but there they were, right there!

After the initial shock of finding a ghost 'peeping on her', (her words, not mine) we soon established some ground rules. First of all I wasn't allowed in the bathroom ever again since (again, in her words) 'I didn't even need to use the shitter anyways-fuck, I didn't mean to swear you're a kid'. Clarice was always trying her hardest not to swear around me. I didn't mind so much. I was learning a much more colourful vocabulary from her than I was from any of those other house guests.