Introductions

"What? No, that's not possible," I told Annie, who I am surprised wasn't in a nuthouse.  She just told me I am a ghost.  Yeah, she's definitely crazy.
"I know it must be so hard to believe, but I'm a ghost and you're one, too," she said.  Annie had the most sympathetic look on her face.  She looked so nice and kind and friendly, not at all like a mad person.  Or a ghost for that matter.  "Nobody else can see you, just me because I am a supernatural creature like you."
As much as I didn't want to believe that I am a ghost, she had a point.  Why couldn't anyone bloody see me?  There is literally no rational explanation for what was happening to me right now.  Maybe I will have to turn to the irrational, the supernatural.  
"But it all just seems so incredibly mental!"  I tried to wrap my head around it but I simply couldn't.  I saw my dead body, I have no pulse, and I can't be seen by anyone except Annie.  It all adds up and the ghost theory seems to be the only thing to make sense, though.  Unless I was a zombie.  But then other people would be able to see me and I would probably be hungry from brains right now.  So I think it is safe to say that I am not a zombie.  I guess that's good then.  But, I'm a ghost.  Okay, I admit it.  I am dead and I am a ghost.  End of story.  
"So how are ghosts different than humans?  And will I ever be able to talk with people again, who aren't, you know, like us?"  If I am going to embrace this new life, I must know the ins and outs of it.  
"Well, it takes a lot of practice, but eventually you may be able to communicate with other people, it all depends on how hard you try," she told me, with a look of hope on her face.  It seemed as if she hadn't reached that point yet either.  "Other than that, we don't eat, sleep, or drink, and we can't really touch other people.  They will feel something weird, like a cold, tingling sensation, but it won't be like someone is actually touching them."
"Wait, what?  No drinking, eating, or sleeping?  No touching?"  This just couldn't be happening to me.  I pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and started smoking.  I then motioned to my cigarette.  "Wait, will this even work?"
"I guess you can smoke, drink, sleep, or eat but you really won't get anything out of it," she replied.  "Well, now you can smoke as much as you want and not worry about killing yourself."
Was she seriously making jokes at a time like this?  Before I was able to tell her off, there was the sound of boots coming up the front steps and then the door opened.  
"Annie, you in?" spoke a deep, Irish accent from the doorway.  
"In here, Mitchell," Annie yelled from the small, quaint kitchen.  If he could see Annie would he be able to see me, too?  The mysterious Mitchell stepped into the kitchen.  If I could describe him in three words it would be tall, dark, and handsome.  He had dark curly locks and large brown eyes that were just mesmerizing.  But then I remembered what Annie just said.  No touching.  
"Who the hell are you?"  He asked, looking at me with a look of intrigue.  He must have been wondering how I could see ghosts like him and Annie.  But did he really have to be so bloody rude about it?
"I'm Mollie, thanks for asking," I said with an equally rude tone of voice.  "And, yes, I'm a ghost, so I can see you."
"Oh, I'm not a ghost like you and Annie," he replied with a sudden smirk on his face.  He stepped over to where I was sitting and put his face inches from mine.  He looked right into my eyes and said, menacingly, "I'm a vampire."
I straight up laughed in his face.  "A vampire, yeah? And I'm the bloody Queen," I always say a little bit of sarcasm goes a long way.  He's got to be kidding, though.
"I could show you if you want," said Mitchell, still with that devilish look in his eyes.  A devilish look that made him look so attractive.  If I was still alive…
"No, Mitchell," Annie demanded, interrupting my silent fantasies.  "She has seen too much for one day."
"Wait, he's for real?  He's really a vampire?"  Annie doesn't seem like the kind of person who would lie to me.  But, really?  How much more complicated could the universe get in just one day?  Apparently, much more complicated, as I found out after the door opened and another guy walked in.  He looked very nerdy with his sweater and glasses.  Just like the kind of tosser that I never get along with.  Well, that category is actually pretty broad.
"Mitchell, really?  In front of Annie?  And isn't she a little young?"  The new guy scolded from the kitchen doorway.  Mitchell, suddenly realizing that his face inches away from mine didn't look like the most innocent thing, straightened up and walked over to the counter.
"God, George, nothing was happening," Mitchell explained, with a look of repulsion on his face.  That sure makes me feel good about myself.  "Anyway, she can see Annie, too.  She's a ghost."
"A ghost?" George said, his voice cracking.  "Well, my name's George, nice to meet you."
"I'm Mollie," I told him, getting up from my chair.  "And I knew another George once."
"Oh really? That's cool, I guess," George stammered.
"Yeah, I didn't like him very much," I told him with a smirk.  "So, what are you anyway?  A goblin or something."
"No, I'm a werewolf," he stated, hesitantly.  I didn't see that one coming.  
"You sure don't look like a werewolf," I told him, looking him up and down.  "Aren't they supposed to be all muscle-y and stuff like that?"
George just looked at his feet and Mitchell snickered.  Annie stood up to try to release the tension.  "Who wants some tea?" She asked.
"I thought we couldn't even drink?"  I inquired, confused.  It was then when I noticed all of the mugs full of tea lying around the room.
"I know, it just comforts me to make it," she replied.  "Why don't we go into the living room to chat?"
The rest of us relocated into the living room as Annie made the tea.  "So, do you all live here?" I asked.
"Yeah, George and I moved in as flatmates when we found that Annie was haunting the place," Mitchell replied.  "Fortunately for her we could see her.  She was a wreck, but she's doing okay now."
"She was lucky to have you two then," I said, a little nervous because I realized that I had no idea what I was going to do once I left.  
"You are more than welcome to stay with us," Annie said as she was walking into the room.  Both Mitchell and George gave her a look, but she just rolled her eyes.  "I know how much I needed other people when I was going through the same thing."
"Annie, kitchen," Mitchell said as gestured towards the kitchen.  They both left the room and got into a heated whispering discussion in the other room.  George was just twiddling his thumbs awkwardly so I just lit up another cigarette.  "You want one?" I offered.
"No thanks, I don't smoke," he replied sheepishly.  I think I intimidate him.  
"Wanker," I muttered under my breath, just loud enough so he would be able to barely hear it, but he said nothing.  We just sat there in silence until Mitchell and Annie came back in, Mitchell looking defeated.  Whatever happened in there, Annie had just won.  
"Please feel free to stay here, Mollie," Annie offered once more, with a careful eye on Mitchell.  "I know we would all love to help you adapt to your knew situation."
I pretended like I was thinking about it, but I really had nowhere else to go.  "I would love to stay here," I told her, then flashed my winning smile in Mitchell's direction.  He obviously didn't want me there but whoever got far in life (or death, I guess) by letting a huge tosser get in their way?  Not anyone and certainly not me.  I never found a place where I belonged while I was living, but now that I am dead, things might actually change for me.