Hi guys, this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction, but I just saw this prompt on tumblr and thought why not? Thanks for reading this!

"Really? A bathtub full of blood? That's really unsanitary, you stupid ghost! I was trying to take a quick shower!"

The thing is, she has been dealing with this ghost for three months now and she was beginning to get really sick of him. Initially, after getting over the fact that ghosts were real and she probably wasn't going crazy, she found it comforting that there was some form of afterlife and her life wouldn't just end abruptly one day. Nobody else in her apartment building had been able to see him and after a few Google searches and a trip to a sketchy psychic studio in Brooklyn, she learned that she was sensitive to the other side, which helped to explain a couple weird events of her childhood. Now, grabbing her cleaners from under her sink to soak her bathtub after already running late for work, she was beginning to think a bit differently. She was already cranky from lack of sleep due to her upstairs neighbor's stereo mysteriously blasting samba music at three in the morning, and this was just the icing on the cake

She felt the hair of the back of her neck stand up as she bent over, rummaging through her cabinet once more, trying to find that one foaming bathroom cleaner her mom bought her when she first moved in, but with no luck. Despite feeling his presence behind her, she still jumped up as he began to speak.

"Caroline, love, I'm sorry, these pipes are sometimes hard to navigate," the ghost, Klaus said.

"You're just lucky I hadn't gotten in the shower yet, but now I'm gonna be late for my meeting with a messy bun, attempting to disguise the grease that is my hair right now," she squeaked back

"Sorry, love. I really am sorry, and if it makes you feel any better Kol was in his shower when he turned it on," he said with that stupid ghostly smirk of his that she did not find attractive at all. She could see her rose gold drapes through him. She definitely was not attracted to a ghost that has been dead for six months.

Sometimes, she likes to think about how this would all be different if he was still alive and hadn't died from cancer. Would they have met in the elevator after he visited Kol upstairs? Would he use one of those misogynistic pet names he is so fond of? Would he continue to pursue her after she scoffs at his misogynistic pet names and lame pickup lines?

She doesn't get the luxury to think like that because his corpse is rotting in a cemetery somewhere and he has decided to spend his eternity haunting his brother, Kol for fun. If she was a ghost, she would watch over her loved ones lovingly and then travel the world and see everything that she missed out on when she was alive.

She told Klaus this a month into his haunt, and he just told her that this was how he was showing his love and that Kol deserved it.

"When we were kids, Kol and I bet on a wrestling match and one of the prizes on the table was a haunting after one of our deaths. I won and I'm cashing in my prize."

"That is so morbid. Why weren't you guys playing with action figures or something? Also, that was when you were children, shouldn't you get over that by now? Find peace or whatever?" she asked, bewildered.

"I can't, not yet."

"No! That does not make it any better. Can't you zap out of my apartment or something?" she demanded.

"Actually, it's not quite a zap, more of a…"

"Out!"

She needed to look into breaking her lease, she thought, holding back a smile as Klaus began to disappear through the ceiling into Kol's apartment. She couldn't deal with that stupid ghost any longer.