[ 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 .

It was a bitter winter year. The textile factory was closed temporarily while undergoing repairs. To make matters worse the heating at the factory owned apartments was non existent. Damian was fed up with his living situation. 
 
 Damian hurried to the central district. Damian found the town bulletin board. Roommate wanted. Most ads were beyond his reach, one in particular grabbed his attention. Roommate Wanted. Must be able to care for elderly in exchange for rent. Damian gave it no second thought. He had taken care of his dying parents as a child and knew the difficulties he would be facing. With no avail, Damian ripped the page out of the bulletin board and hurried to 1136 Post Oak Rd. It was nighttime when he arrived, a quick knock on the door and no answer. He waited a few minutes before knocking again. No answer. Damian contemplated for a while, when finally it hit him. The elderly person must be unable to get to the door. Damian turned the nob, waved the flyer like a peace flag, and walked inside. Walking around the home Damian was somewhat relieved that the lights were on. Someone must be around here somewhere. Traversing the home, he had no luck finding anyone else. Damian decided to wait in the living room. Damian fell fast asleep. It was dusk when he woke, his internal clock never wrong. Nevertheless, no one was around. Damian spoke out to the house, thinking the owner was hidden away scared of the intruder in the house. `` Excuse me, if anyone is here. I would like to say that I am friendly, loyal and a hard worker. No need to be alarmed. I am just looking for a spot to sleep and a friend.'' A few seconds passed, silence. `` A friend you said?'' Looking around Damian found the source of the murmur in the kitchen. What he expected was a daughter or sister in the area. What he saw was beyond comprehension. A translucent figure was hovering over the stove moving a metal utensil around a cooking pot. The figure was a tall women of about 6 feet wearing a long silk like dress. Her hair was as bright as the welding sparks he has seen at the factory. For a second it crossed Damian's mind that he was daydreaming at the factory, something that happened often. The voice called out: `` Friends are there when you need them most. If you are truly a friend then have a seat, breakfast is almost ready.'' Stunned as he was, he managed to take a seat. `` What..'' The voice interrupted `` What am I? I ask myself this everyday.''....
