Soul slowly emerged from the wall of the wall of the apartment building that he currently took residence in. He often went from scummy neighborhood to scummy neighborhood, haunting the trouble makers that teemed within them. He sometimes showed himself to children in bad situations. Kids with alcoholic and druggy parents who hardly took care of them. They needed someone to talk too, why not him? He figured if he was on Earth forever, he might as well try to help people. He wasn't going to crossover, because who knew what was on the other side?
A new tenant had just moved into this building, and he intended to check them out and see if they were the sort of person he normally haunted.
Here she came now, a blonde chick with green eyes. To be honest, she was rather pretty. She certainly didn't look like a scumbag. But you never could really tell with those types of people. She looked around at her many boxes that she had yet to unpack. Soul simply watched as she unpacked, looking at the stuff she took out of the boxes in hopes of finding something with the girls name on it. It would be a pain to just call her, "her" in his head. He watched as she pulled out a document of some sort and looked over her shoulder to read it, looking for a name. He found it, Maka Albarn. He failed to notice when his shoulder slipped through hers, making Maka shudder.
"I wonder why it got so cold in here all of a sudden..." Maka murmured to herself, untying her sweatshirt from her waist and putting it on.
"Oops," Soul said aloud, knowing that Maka wouldn't be able to hear him. He always forgot to be careful not to touch people he wasn't sure he'd haunt yet. It would give them chills they couldn't explain and make them act paranoid, and it was rather hard to assess peoples' personalities when they were paranoid.
The remainder of the day Soul watched Maka unpack, examining her items as closely as he could with out using his abilities as a ghost to move them around. She certainly had a lot of books. Maybe he'd try to read one of them while she slept. Just by her stuff he wasn't able to tell what sort of person she was, so he'd have to follow her around tomorrow too. He followed her as she went to bed, and watched her for a bit. She was kind of cute, and she snored. Not the loud, chainsaw snore. But rather, small, cute snores that you could hardly hear. He'd planned on reading one of her books but before he knew it, he'd spent all night watching her.
Maka maneuvered through the crowd, trying to get to work on time. Soul followed close behind, watching. He watched her apologize immediately every time she bumped into someone, watched as she helped up the young boy who bumped into her without a word of complaint. It gave him an odd feeling, one that he hadn't felt in a long time. In fact, it had been five years, roughly the same amount of time he'd been dead. Despite the sun that shone down, he knew that if he chose to let anybody in the crowd see him, he wouldn't have a shadow. It was one of the many, many limitations of being a ghost. Another one of them was if you had a wound from when you died, you were stuck with it forever.
It turned out that Maka worked at the nearby Walmart, and Soul watched her there too. When she went on break, he watched as she pulled out her phone to check her email. Looking over her shoulder yet again, he read the chain mail she'd received from someone with the email Black_Star . "Email to 10 people or a ghost will show up in ur house!" No doubt this Black Star guy had written it himself.
"Yeah right..." Maka murmured, deleting the email. Soul laughed. It was ironic really, considering there was a ghost in her house. Well, it wasn't just her house, but still.
A guy came up, another worker at Walmart that Soul had seen watching Maka a few times. Pretty creepy, if you asked him. "Hey, um... I was wondering if you would like to hang out sometime?" The guy asked her, talk about upright.
Maka stared for a moment before responding. "Uh, no thanks... I'm not really interested in dating anyone at the moment so..."
"Tch, ugly bitch." The guy spat, before leaving the break room in a huff.
By the time Maka's shift was over, Soul had decided that she certainly didn't deserve a haunting, yet he couldn't help himself when he spent another night watching her.
Another few days went on with Soul watching Maka, but he couldn't bring himself to alert her, even a bit, to his presence. What if she left because she got scared? It just wasn't worth the risk. That was, he thought so until some scumbag forced his hand.
He was watching Maka sleep, as he normally did, not being able to sleep himself, when he heard some noise coming from the door. He walked into the living room to see what was going on, and saw somebody come in, obviously having just picked the lock. He watched as they completely ignore Maka's purse and wallet, which sat on the coffee table, and head towards the bedroom. Oh hell no. HE followed after them and entered the room in time to see them inches from the bed. Come to think about it, he looked like the same guy who'd flirted with her at work, but she'd turned him down. He left in a not-so-good mood.
The stranger climbed onto the bed, pulling off the covers, Maka woke up at the sudden chill, and would have screamed when she saw the figure above her had he not immediately gagged her. "Ah, ah, ah. It would be rude to wake the neighbors." He taunted, reaching down to Maka's pajama pants. He didn't get to move more than a millimeter, however, before Soul's temper snapped. Maka's bed-side seemingly picked itself up and hurled itself at the intruder, who dodged. Not only did the side table seem to throw itself, it also seemed to slow down just enough that when it landed, no damage was done to the table.
"What the-" The intruder froze when a book threw itself at him as well. "Forget this!" He shouted, getting off Maka and running, a stream of levitating books coming after him.
Maka ripped out the gag and sprang up to shut and lock the door when the intruder left. Whatever just happened, she was grateful for it. Immediately she called the police to report the incident, and when the reporting was done she picked up all the out of place and headed back to her room, but now it held another strange boy. Something, however, was wrong. He was slightly transparent, and the light of the moon played with him wrong. He had no shadow, and where the shadows in his clothese would be, there were none. They stared at each other for a moment before the boy spoke.
"So, are you okay? Or did that jerk hurt you?"