When you've been dead for one hundred and thirty six years, there's not a lot to do anymore. Especially when you, for some unknown reason, have become a ghost. And you're stuck in a ten story tall apartment building in the middle of Houston, Texas. A guy will run out of interesting movies to watch while the tenants are out, eventually. So when a new tenant moves in, it's understandable that it's exciting news for a little ghost.

John Egbert was one such ghost, stuck in a ten story apartment in Houston, Texas for one hundred and thirty six years. And there were only so many times that someone could freak out the neighborhood dogs before it wasn't entertaining anymore. For the most part, he kept to himself. Well enough that only a few crackpots were truly convinced that the apartment tower was truly haunted. Of course, they had good reason. He couldn't help getting bored sometimes. And really, the look on peoples faces when they find the contents of their fridge stacked up in neat pyramids was great when you were hard up for any form of entertainment.

He was making his rounds as usual one day, looking around for something to do in the ten stories, and finding nothing, before making his last stop on the top floor. There was only one apartment up there. It wasn't very exciting. At first there had been a normal little family with the little husband and the little wife and three kids, and all. And lately it'd been empty. But after looking around today, he found boxes stacked up in the kitchen. Intrigued, the invisible blue boy searched around.

There were a few unpacked things here and there, a couch, a television, a bed in each of the two bedrooms. Huh. He sat down in the middle of the room, or more so floated down to the floor with his tail tucked underneath him, blank eyes widened with curiosity.

It was a while before the door opened. John stood back up, flying his way over to them. Safely invisible, he watched them. There was a man, who was toting several boxes. He watched intently. Another person came in, a younger boy, who was holding one box that was partially open, with swords poking out of it at odd angles.

With there not being much to do, John ended up sitting and watching them go through their boxes and unpack. It was a bit more interesting than watching all the daytime television with the old lady on the second floor like he usually did at this time of day. The guys were a bit more interesting than daytime soaps, also. Who needed so many swords? Maybe they were bounty hunters. That would definitely be a change of pace. And what were all these stuffed animals. He couldn't remember any animal like this. Of course, he couldn't remember his own death, either. But if he'd seen something like this, he'd probably remember it. Their noses were ridiculous. He picked one up, inspecting it, but tossed it down quickly when the younger boy entered the room, who just as quickly picked it back up, and flung it out of the room, cursing.

John watched him intently. It'd been a while since he'd seen someone his own age. Or at least, his own age since he'd died. He hadn't seen anyone that was one hundred and fifty one. But stuck in his perpetual state of being fifteen, it was nice to meet a living, breathing fifteen year old. He watched the guy for a while. By the end of the day, he'd figured out that his name was Dave. He had some fancy tables with buttons all over them that he referred to as his "equipment." John prodded at it, but ended up turning it on. Panicking, he hid in the wall until Dave came in and shut it off. Once Dave was gone again, John continued looking around.

There wasn't much in the room yet, a lot of boxes, and a few more fancy button tables. There were also a lot of jars and things arranged on the dresser. John looked them over. They appeared to be fossils and preserved things. That was a little weird. Maybe it was a good thing. Dave liked dead things. John was a dead thing. Perfect.

John ended up spending the rest of the day watching the two unpack. It was the most exciting thing he'd done in a while, really. He decided he liked them. They were interesting. Especially the younger one with the dead things and the loud tables.

Of course, Dave was completely unaware of John being there. Even though, over the past few days, John had decided to be helpful, emptying his room of the stuffed animals that he really seemed to dislike, and moving his clothes to the hamper when Dave was too lazy to do so. Or folding his things, or cleaning up his room, or rearranging his dead things just right. By the end of the week, he was a little more aware of something being there, but there really wasn't a way to ascertain that it was a fifteen year old ghost folding his laundry because he was trying to impress someone that couldn't even see him.

John had quickly become enamored with the boy on the top floor. He skipped his daytime television to find little things to do that were helpful. He hardly even noticed that he was freaking Dave out, he was mostly proud of himself.

He was going to be the best invisible friend that there could be.