Don't read unless you read last breath as it may contain spoilers

This is based in last breath as Claire haunts the house, following her death and transformation into a ghost.

I wondered around the house again. It hasn't been that long since IT happened but things have been tense for my house-mates Sometimes I would seem useless as I couldn't make my presence know, and the one person (should I say vampire?) that acknowledged me has a reputation for being crazy. As in I-keep-a-spider-as-a-pet crazy. I had hoped that by now, that someone had sensed me or had tried something, but it wouldn't make sense, the evidence is clear. I, Claire Danvers, is dead.

The most I can do is listening as Eve would talk to herself and Michael downstairs would pretend he didn't listen, or worry about her. Sometimes, I would just observe, as they avoided the topic of my death, keeping to themselves . I hated seeing them like this, it made me long to comfort and reassure them , to make it all okay again.

"It's all so strange..Maybe it's all a dream? Maybe just a sick science joke little Goth Eve wouldn't understand..." she whispered frantically as she rushed around, picking clothes up for another shower. That's what eve does when she's worried, develops OCD in personal hygiene.

It just felt too real, to be standing next to her with no reaction or a glance. As she continued to rush around her room, I tried to touch her or will her to see me. Ghosts are supposed to have powers, aren't they? Where are mine, in the mail? Or didn't I just get the memo? I eventually gave up and sat on the bed, just as Michael came rushing in. I quickly sat up, startled at his entrance.

"Eve, honey? How about I take you downstairs? Before Shane comes back? Would you like that?" he stared at her, and put his hand over hers as she clutched the hem of her t-shirt.

"Why? Are you scared I'll go crazy? I know you hear my conversations, but sometimes, it feels there's someone here..." Eve trailed off in thought and looked around. She looked straight at me and shivers passed through me, could she see me?

"Maybe its better if we go out or something... I think it would help "she smiled up to him as Michael caressed her cheek, his eyes examining her deeply, looking for signs of doubt.

"Hey, there's a new horror movie on at dusk? Want to watch, or we could just throw popcorn at the screen and their scary vampires?" he smiled, but it was faint, he was trying to make it better, and I know Eve would like that. It was like I could feel the concern pouring out of him, and I knew he would try everything to make it all ok, because that's what Michael does best.

And just like that, they went out, since it was way past dusk. I started to wonder about Shane, trying to forget how he called my name as I lay there, broken. I have to figure out who this man is, and how long I can keep living like this, trapped, like Michael once been. If I can, somehow, try and warn them, but that may be hard since I am a ghost and it seems that no-one else notices him, how he seems to draw the shadows around him, how he never seems to have a real presence.

As all these thoughts rushed through my mind, the front door banged open. I ran down the stairs to find Shane talking to someone, I edged closer, and a wave of reassurance and happiness flew through me. He was okay, a good as someone can be after going through so much... I didn't see much, but the house seemed to be keeping this person out. I moved closer, so my head would nearly rest on his shoulder, and immediately took a step back. Shane shivered and looked behind him, his eyes passing by me. There, on the porch, stood Monica Morrel.