'IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I SWEAR!' I shouted, looking up at my housemates and then back at the corpse.

'Oh man, heavy, so heavy. Vyvyan killed him!' Neil panicked, and Michael, well, Michael just tried his best to stay cool so he didn't say a thing.

'NO, I TOLD YOU, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! HE… HE JUST RAN INTO MY KNIFE WHILE WE WERE FIGHTING!' It was all true, but of course they didn't believe me – though they told me they wouldn't call the police.

That was a month ago. A freakin' month since that prick had gone, gone forever, dead, six feet under the ground. Just the moment I'd been waiting for. I should be happy, shouldn't I? WELL I'M FUCKIN' NOT. It's not like I miss him or anything… No, it's just really weird not hearing him talking shit all day in that girly voice he had. I was so used to it, and I swear I can still hear it sometimes.

'Ooh, that's very great, Vyvyan. Suffering over my death? How nice of you… after stabbing me in the belly with that huge knife .You deserve this! No, you shall suffer much more, hah!'

I heard this from behind me, and this time it was just so lively that I had to turn around to see if…
'WHAT KIND OF HELLISH JOKE IS THIS?' I couldn't believe my eyes. What I saw was actually him, or… well, some kind of weird astral projection form of him. Neil would probably know much more about it than me. It looked just like the stupid dead anarchist. Almost a perfect copy, though he seemed to be a bit more see-through, and also, he was kinda floating instead of just standing there.
'So you finally see me? Good God, I was starting to think you were too dumb for that. Now, what are you staring at, huh?'
'WELL, I COULD ASK THE SAME THING OF YOU, POOF! HOW THE HELL DID YOU COME BACK? YOU SHOULD BE DEAD, SHOULD BE UNDER THE GROUND. GO… GO BACK THERE AND LEAVE ME!'

He was seriously starting to freak me out. I got up and ran towards him, but I just went through him. I hoped that didn't mean anything sexual in the ghost world. I kept running until I hit the wall and blacked out.
I woke up an hour later with Neil leaning in my face, calling my name.
'Hey, Vyvyan, are you all right? You look so pale, like you've seen a ghost.'
'Uh… say, Neil, do they exist?'
'What? Oh, yeah. Ghosts, man, yeah, they do… It's so heavy, you can't rest, even when you've died… So heavy…'

I wasn't even paying attention to what the hippie was saying, I was just thinking about Rick. He probably had a lot left to do in his life, but since I'd killed him, he couldn't finish them. That's why he's here… Well, that or he just wanted to annoy me, even in death. Neil kept talking about some cosmic shit and then left me all alone. I got up and lay down on my bed, just staring at the ceiling.
'So, what are you up to now? You'll just stare at the ceiling? Have a wank? What?'
'OH, FUCKING GO AWAY. I DON'T EVEN BELIVE IN YOUR EXISTENCE, JUST LEAVE ME!' I shouted once again, then felt a cold breeze on my face. He was so close to me, could I almost feel his breath, like if he still had one…
'No, Vyvyan. You won't ever get rid of me now, you've done this to yourself, so stop whining about it. You know, I didn't wanted to cause any trouble, anyway… and you just… you stabbed me! What will the people say now? The people's poet is gone! He's all gone, who will guide them now?'

I grabbed my pillow and pressed it to my face so I didn't have to listen to him, but he kept crying about it…
'I had so many things to do, yet look at me now! I'm barely even myself… I can't do anything I'M FUCKING STUCK HERE AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU, VYVYAN BASTERD! IT'S YOUR FAULT!'

The next thing I knew was that something hit me in the face. It was some old dusty book. When I sat up on the bed, I saw him sitting on the edge of it, sobbing quietly in a girly voice.
'Look… Richard, I'm—' I took a deep breath '–I'm very sorry for what happened, I didn't mean to do that, it was an accident, really. I feel sorry, okay? Now… can you just leave me, please?'
'NO. I TOLD YOU, I'M STUCK HERE WITH YOU FOREVER.'

Forever, huh? Well…it was going to be a damn long journey, then.