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Name: Joshua Enheart goes by Josh.
Age: Stuck forever as 19
Died: 1991
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When you’ve been dead for almost twenty years you start losing yourself. Slowly he was starting to learn that, the hard way. He remembered how it happened, he had gotten in a fight with Kevin things got violent and everything went black. When he woke up he was surprised that he felt no pain, he searched the house Kevin was gone and when he came back into his room he found himself staring at his broken, beaten, bloody body. Of course he flipped and grabbed for the phone…to find that his hand went right through it. It took a few moments till reality sunk in, he was dead…and for some reason still stuck on earth. Weren’t you supposed to cross over when you were dead? Well not for him, he had some unfinished business to do, though he never knew what it was. He figured it was to avenge his death since Kevin was never found guilty, or found for that matter. Actually last time he checked Kevin was this big ceo guy and owned multiple businesses, obviously killing Josh hadn’t affected his conscious at all.

It took three days till someone finally realized he was dead, three days he watched his corpse. It had started to bloat and it smelled horrible. God knows how he still had his sense of smell after he had lost his sense of touch and taste. He tried to haunt Kevin put Kevin never noticed him, and when Josh moved things Kevin found rational ways to explain it. It started to annoy Josh so he decided to leave and stay in the apartment. He watched people buy the apartment. He tried to communicate with a few, wrote on the wall, on the mirrors, in their food. They all packed up their things and left saying the place was haunted…which was technically true.

After he realized none of these people were going to help him he’d just be a nuisance, move their things around, flick lights off and on, make creepy noises that type of thing. He started to make a game out of it to see how long it would take the new tenants to move out before he started again. The record so far was two months and then the person had a nervous breakdown and actually went to live in a mental hospital. Josh felt a little guilty about that one. But after years even that got annoying. The apartment had been empty for about three months now, but gossip had that a new person was going to move in that exact day. Josh wondered who was crazy enough to move into an apartment that everyone said was haunted but it didn’t matter to him. Soon enough the new person would get tired of the lights, the writing, things moving and going missing, and the creepy noises that he would leave also.

The blonde was stretched across the couch as he looked out of the window onto the busy city streets, waiting and listening for footsteps outside the door. He was interested in who would be the next person to move in, hopefully they didn’t have kids. The last tenants had kids and that was just a mess.

Name: Jonathon Adam White
Nickname(s): Jon, Jon Adam, Whitey
Age: 20
Occupation: University Student
Family Members: Parents - live in other city, constantly busy with work;; no siblings
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Jonathon never realized how truly difficult it was to find a place to live until his family kicked him out while he transferred to the nearby university. Grumbling, he trudged up the rickety stairs (really, why hadn't those been repaired?) and fumbled in his pocket for the key. Finding apartment number 444, Jonathon unlocked the door and practically threw it open.

He raised an eyebrow at the musky interior. The only benefit was he didn't have to go buy furniture. Only needed to clean. And it needed to be cleaned badly. Stepping inside, Jon dropped his oversized ruck sack, inwardly wincing at the clatter of school books. He ran a hand through his hair and took in the apartment more.

The entry room wasn't all to shabby, the couch looked beaten up and torn; the faux tile in the kitchen was scratched up. And on the walls, was that writing on the walls? Jonathon shook his head and decided not to worry about that for the moment. It was time to make the place semi-livable.

Josh heard footsteps right outside the front door as some slide the key in. You can always tell when someone used the key because they always had to jiggle it around till the door finally unlocked, that problem had never been fixed it was around when Josh was still alive. The blonde got off the couch and stood behind the kitchen wall peeking out as he watched a male enter the room. He was all that entered and he looked young, probably a college student getting his first apartment. The male didn't even look his way.

Josh quickly moved to the bathroom before the new male wondered into the kitchen. He closed the bathroom door behind him and opened the top draw taking out the tube of lipstick that was left by the wife of the last family that lived there. With a lot of practice if he concentrated he found out how to move objects and hold them without his hand going threw them. He took the lid off as he wrote in big letter LEAVE NOW on the bathroom mirror. He admired his handy work and put the tube of lipstick away. Now all he had to do was wait till the male entered the bathroom and watch the expression on his face when he read the message. The blonde sat down on the toilet lid bringing his feet up and sitting Indian style. Watching the door waiting for the moment the new tenant opened the door and saw the message on the mirror, it was going to be priceless.

Jon stared hopelessly at the kitchen sink, at the leaking faucet and the rust that appeared to grow like mold on the inside. How did the apartment managers expect him to live in a place like this? So filthy. Sighing, he mentally went over all the supplies he could buy at the local hardware store to fix everything. His father wasn't a CEO of some high running construction company for nothing.

The college student meandered down the hallway, peeking in the one bedroom quickly. Not too filthy, maybe an odd stain on the floor, but the bed was stripped so he could buy his own sheets and blankets. That was comforting. Turning around, he opened the door to the bathroom.

What first caught his eye was the mirror. Written in bright red lipstick (seriously, who really wore that color without looking tacky?) was the phrase "LEAVE NOW". Rolling his eyes at the prank the manager must have left, he reached for some toilet paper to wipe it off, and something caught his eye.

Besides the horribly, disgusting, just plain wrong bathtub, there was a transparent man sitting on the toilet seat. Jon's eyebrows knit together and he pursed his lips. Was the stress of moving out and into this filth really getting to him that bad? And that quickly? Insane. He shook his head and continued to remove the lipstick stains from the bathroom mirror, making a note to go buy some Windex or something. And paper towels. Lots of paper towels.

And all that anticipation was for absolutely nothing. The new tenant just rolled his eyes and grabbed for toilet paper to wipe the words off the mirror. Of course the toilet paper just smudged everything, and help clean anything he knew the boy would see give up and walk back out. And then Josh would go and grab the lipstick again and write LEAVE NOW OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES, but when he thought why use a pig word like consequences. It'd probably be alot more terrifying to write LEAVE NOW OR YOU WILL DIE, something along those lines, because after you clean the first words and you enter again you know no one is in the apartment to write them and you can't rational explain it. The original LEAVE NOW could be explained.

Something odd happened though. The human male stared at Josh. True there had been times that the tenants stared in the direction he happened to be at, but they had a distant look on their face or they were staring right threw him at something else. That's what how he rationalized the male staring at him, he was probably just staring at the stain on the bathroom wall. But something about that stare, it seemed like it stopped at Josh, like the male could see him there. It had to be a fluke. But it was making Josh uncomfortable he uncurled his legs and stood up and walked through the bathroom wall into the kitchen. He pulled out one of the chairs making sure it would scrap the tiles and make a loud sound as he turned it to face the bathroom door so it was obvious it had been moved. And then he sat down on that to see what would be the reaction to the chair moving supposedly by itself.

Jonathon just blinked as the transparent boy/man/ghost-thing walked through the wall calmly. Getting ready to just write the vision off as something from stress he heard the scratches against the tile, like a chair being dragged. The college student let the lipstick stained toilet paper fall from his grasp as he darted to the kitchen. His footsteps were loud, obnoxious even, and were probably upsetting his neighbors below.

They'll just have to deal with it for now, he thought and stared at the kitchen in confusion. First off, that chair was originally in its correct spot and NOW it was facing his direction. And to make things even better that transparent ghost thing was sitting in it, staring at him. Really freaky.

Especially those green blue looking eyes. If he truly was a ghost, then his eyes must have been really bright when alive. Shaking his head again, probably bruising his brain in the process, Jonathon Adam decided to take a leap of faith, no puns intended. "Is someone else here?" He made sure he kept eye contact with the ghost. "Because if there is, I'd rather we get along than anything... not that haunting or anything isn't fun, it would just get annoying to clean up all the time."

The boy entered the kitchen this time looking confused, Josh smirked. Try to rationalize it now, he thought expecting that confusion to turn into panic like it usually did. But again the boy seemed to stare at Josh, even stare into his eyes. Like he was alive again like the boy could see him. And what he said next almost made Josh fall off, well through the chair. He had people ask in the air if a ghost was in the apartment and to leave them alone, they've called psychics, used ouji boards. But never had he had someone stare into his eyes while asking the question, or stare at him at all. He disappeared and reappeared behind the male to see if he could find him again to make sure it wasn't some fluke.

He went to the fridge which had the magnetic letters on it still from the children that had lived in the apartment, the family had packed up and left most of the things behind. YOU CAN SEE ME he spelt out on the fridge it was meant as a question but there wasn't a question mark for the sentence. Josh didn't bother to speak, he hadn't spoken for ears he wasn't sure if it was even possible. And earlier on when he was dead he tried to speak but no one could hear him even when he was yelling in their ear. The only way to communicate became the writing on the walls.

Jonathon watched the boy fade away and let loose a sigh. His mind was definitely playing tricks on him. Great, the semester hadn't even started yet. Scratching an ear, he decided to finally judge how bad the refrigerator was. Did the previous tenants leave food inside, letting it rot? Cause that would be just nasty.

Dark brown, almost black, eyes widened as he spotted the boy near the fridge--moving the alphabet magnets around. 'YOU CAN SEE ME' He figured it was a question, and nodded. "Yeah, pretty clearly actually." He stepped closer, leaning forward slightly to peer at the ghost. "I always thought ghosts would look more transparent but your almost completely solid it seems like."

The college student stepped even closer, glancing nervously at the doorhandle of the fridge and the ghost in front of him. "Can you...uh...move? I don't want to open the door through you. You're already solid looking and moving stuff around, let's just freak me out more." Jon chuckled slightly.

Josh became extremely uncomfortable when the boy moved closer to him and leaned towards him, as if he was studying Josh under a microscope. There was no way to mistake that, the boy really did see Josh. At first the blonde wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not, why was he of all the people able to see him, even the psychics that could supposedly see ghosts couldn't see him.

He nodded as the boy asked him to move so he could get to the fridge. He took a step to the side glad to get away from being that close to the male. He opened his mouth trying to form words it took a minute before he got it working smoothly, after not using his voice for several years he was actually starting to lose it. "Can...can you hear me?" he asked taking a shot. What was the chances the boy could see him and hear him? Very very slim, the blonde was hopping that the seeing thing was just still a fluke.

Jonathon smiled, opening the fridgerator door, pleased he wasn't overwhelmed with the smell of rotten food. At least they bothered to clean that, everythign else was just pure filthy. There was a faint murmur, and he turned toward the sound. His eyes rested on the ghost boy once again. "Were you trying to talk? I thought I heard something." He shrugged and mentally took note of how large the fridge was.

Walking back to the door, he rummaged through his knapsack for a notebook and pen. Sitting on the floor, cause only God knew what was on the couch, he began to jot down all the things he'd need when he went out that evening. Food, super-duty cleaning items, towels, blankets, pillows, more food... and possibly start looking for a new couch.

"You know," Jon began, resting his head in his hands. "If you don't mind me being here, I think we can make this work. I have no reason to dislike you yet, and I'm going to try and keep an open mind, okay?"

Josh frowned and crossed his arms when the other male seemed to be mocking his attempt at talking. He didn't like the human, it unnerved him that someone could see him. and the fact that now Josh's little games had been ruined. He pouted like a five year old and flopped down on one of the kitchen seats. He watched boy open the fridge and take mental note about it. The new tenant walked out of the kitchen and into the living room parking on the floor. Josh got up from the chair and walked straight through the wall into the living room hoping to creep the boy out at least a little bit.

"Excuse me?" he asked raising an eyebrow when the boy talked to him like that. "Actually I do mind you living here and I want you gone." he said glaring at the boy now over the initial shock that the boy could see him and hear him. "I don't care if you can see me I will still make your life a living hell until you move out, because I was here first." He said. "And trust me you don't want that. How would you like it if your underwear ends up on the flagpole outside, wouldn't that be an interesting story to tell to the landlord. Hmm...I wonder boxers or briefs." He said looking the boy up and down as he contemplated it. "Bet you your a whitey tightey kinda guy."

Josh knew he was being a jerk, he just didn't care. The boy had been nothing but polite to him and seemed tolerable to live with. But years after having no one living there for a long period of time, he liked having the apartment to himself with the occasional family moving in and the tricks he would play on them. And if the boy stayed he was going to mess all of that up.

"Actually I do mind you living here and I want you gone. I don't care if you can see me I will still make your life a living hell until you move out, because I was here first." Jonathon couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. What set him off? "And trust me you don't want that. How would you like it if your underwear ends up on the flagpole outside, wouldn't that be an interesting story to tell to the landlord. Hmm...I wonder boxers or briefs." Jonathon laughed at the fact the ghost began to survey him. Wonder what conclusion he'd come up with. "Bet you your a whitey tightey kinda guy."

Heaving a sigh, Jonathon smiled, he couldn't help it if it came across as semi-smug, that just how he was, especially at the moment. "Actually I'm kinda a commando kind of guy." He shrugged. "Come up with whatever conclusion you want. It doesn't bug me." He stood up and stretched. It was such a depressing thought to know that the gorgeous guy before him was dead. Major turnoff.

"And if I'm going to leave, it won't be for a while. Let me at least find a new place to stay." He pocked the list, fumbling with the keys in his pocket. "Plus you'll be here on your own most of the time anyway. I have university classes all day and the only time you'll see me is in the evening and while I sleep."