The Girl Who Saw Him

Another story based off of one of my dreams.

Author's note: Because this story is based off of a dream, it does contain some dream logic! Please keep that in mind.

PART 6

“Something fishy is definitely going on with your death.” I said, pacing back in forth in the dorm. I stopped, no commentary from him. “Kyle!”

He emerged from the shadowed corner just as he had the first day we met.

“Hey? Are you okay?” I walked over to him.

His sunken face answered my question for me. I had completely disregarded his feelings up until now.

“Well other then the fact my family has no idea I’m dead, I’m trapped in my girlfriend’s/ex-girlfriend’s roo-”

“Ex-girlfriend?” I asked.

“Yeah, didn’t I tell you? Before I died, which I still have no idea how that went down, we got into a big fight. She ended up slapping me and storming off.”

“What was her name again?” I asked open my laptop’s search browser.

“Krissy Frances Jones. Maggie, what are you getting at? You said that she didn’t have anything to do with my death.”

“No, I said let’s not jump to conclusion, then you gave her motive.”

“I can’t deal with this right now.” Kyle vanished.