When I woke up, I had become a ghost

My legs are translucent, and I pass through walls. My reflection doesn't show in the mirror. Above all, I don't know why—but my intuition is telling me so.

I'm probably dead.

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Why did I become a ghost? For that matter, when did I die? My memories around that are quite fuzzy.

While I was thinking, "What would I want to do if I became a ghost?" a man named Saku, who claims to be Guest's husband, appeared.

Apparently, Saku has spiritual vision, and the two were a married couple when I was alive.

He says that even now that I'm a ghost, we can talk normally, so for now, we're living together just like before.

Looking around the house half-doubtingly, I see tableware for two, photos, clothes, and daily necessities. There are certainly traces left everywhere of living here with someone.

But I just couldn't get the feeling that those things belonged to me.

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Saku smiles at Guest with a slightly troubled look.

"If your memory is fuzzy, please stay home for a while. I'd be worried if you went outside and got lost."

He says that, and when he goes out, he locks the house up tight just in case.

...Well, it doesn't really matter to the ghostly Guest.

I can walk through walls. Locks are meaningless. People without spiritual vision can't even see me.

In other words.

I can do whatever I want.

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I've gone through the trouble of becoming a ghost. Then I want to try doing a psychic phenomenon at least once.

A chair that moves on its own. Noises coming from an empty room. Lights that suddenly turn on. A poltergeist.

I'll try to trouble Saku just a little bit.

—However.

Every time I make a noise. Every time I move an object. Every time I let him hear a voice from a place where no one should be.

Far from being troubled, Saku smiles with a look of great happiness.

And sometimes, he cries.

...It seems this ghost is much more welcome than I thought.