[ WP ] a nice ! normal person dies and becomes a ghost and tries to start a relationship with the current inhabitant of his/her old home .

`` Hey! Hey, wait a minute, listen!'' I darted in front of Gina as she strode through the hallway. No luck. She passed right through me and did n't even notice. She seemed to be on her way to the shower. It was tempting to follow her. It's been lonely these last several weeks. I began to drift after her down the hallway, then froze in defiance of myself. I was still determined to get to know her. She was living in my old house, which meant she must have good taste, and there was no way I could ever stop being awkward after spying on her like that. Not to mention I'd feel terrible. 
 
 Still, even as I talked myself down I floated idly toward the bath, until I noticed her cat Simon out of the corner of my eye. He'd been watching me carefully the entire time. I swiveled under the hallway arch toward the living room couch. He kept his eyes firmly planted on me, and began to scuttle back into a crevice of the couch. I reflected briefly on the couch again. It said something about the owner that she had no qualms not only buying a murder house, but keeping the victim's old furniture. Perhaps what it said was n't good, but I was glad for the familiar surroundings.... 
 
 Oh dear, I thought. Simon left while I was distracted. I took a scan of the room and noticed him wandering down the far hall, past the kitchen. Probably to the cat door outside. I quickly flew after him, and floated above, not taking any particular note of the set of dirty clothes on the floor. He seemed horrified by my presence over his back, so I floated in front of him and gathered myself into a kneeling position before him, holding out my ghostly hand. He did not move, but blinked slowly. Huh, that was easier than I thought. If I remember my reading right that means the cat trusts you. I reached out my hand and touched his head to pet it. Suddenly my mind lit up like fire and Simon's eyes went wide and then... black. 
 
 When I awoke, my front-left paw felt quite uncomfortable. I lifted it to my face to lick it. Wait, what the hell?! I sighed mentally as the pieces fell together. My new feline form shrank back to the cold tile floor as I exhaled. At least I could touch things again. I rubbed my face against the floor a moment. It felt lovely and smooth. Then I took another look around. I realized the bathroom was just ahead as I heard the shower turn off. I laid down and closed my eyes tightly, hearing footsteps down the hallway. 
 
 `` Aw, Simon,'' Gina cooed, `` were you waiting for me?'' I could feel my cheeks blush as I heard her voice draw nearer. I imagined she was kneeling in front of me in much the same posture as I had done to Simon a moment earlier. But I could not open my eyes. She could n't possibly be decent. She'd never worn clothes out of the shower before. I'd almost seen her nude around the house a number of times. It really made the whole getting-to-know-you quest awkward. 
 
 Suddenly my thought process was interrupted by a gentle hand upon my head. It was soft and smooth and sweet. I rubbed my cheek against it and purred. Gah! This catliness was messing with my mind. 
 
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 Just realized how obscenely late it is. If OP or anyone is still interested just gim me a reply or PM and I'll finish this up tomorrow. No worries, I've no plans for indecent content. Just awkward silliness.
