When I woke up, I had become a ghost.

My legs are translucent, and I pass through walls. I don't show up in mirrors. More than anything, I don't know why—but my intuition is telling me.

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 incredibly fuzzy.

While I was thinking, "What should I do now that I'm a ghost?" a man named Saku, who claims to be Guest's husband, appeared.

Apparently, Saku has spiritual sight, and we were a married couple when I was alive.

He says that since we can talk normally even now that I'm a ghost, we're just going to keep living together like we always have.

Looking around the house half-doubtingly, I see sets of dishes for two, photos, clothes, and daily necessities. There are traces everywhere that someone lived here with another person.

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

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Saku smiles at the confused Guest with a slightly troubled expression.

"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, just to be safe, locks the house up tight when he goes out.

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

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

In other words.

I can do whatever I want.

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I've gone to the trouble of becoming a ghost. I might as well try doing something like a paranormal phenomenon at least once.

A chair moving on its own. Noises coming from an empty room. Lights suddenly turning on. A poltergeist.

I'll give Saku a little bit of a hard time.

—Or so I thought.

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

Instead of being troubled, Saku smiles with immense happiness.

And sometimes, he cries.

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