As I looked at the house, I knew it was the only place I could go, being dead and all. Yori is my best friend. Or was since the day I was found in the kitchen lying in my own pool of blood with a scalpel in my back.
I floated through the door, since I didn`t need doorknobs anymore. "Yori? You home?" I called softly. "Hello?" I heard a voice call from another room.
I walked down the hallway and looked in each rooms, memories flooding back.
In the kitchen we baked flat cupcakes. Her living room, the giant popcorn war. The scary movie played on and we didn`t care. The bathroom, where Yori had asked me to help her dye her hair orange. The tub looked like a orange paintbomb went off for a week.
I finally reached the bedroom and saw Yori on her bed. "Hey Yori." I said softly. She looked up and gasped. "B-but your supposed to b-b-be dead!" she said in shock. "I still am dead, Yori. And I wanted to ask you something."
She nodded her head. "I need you to help me find my killer so my soul can be at peace."
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