Life sucks and then you die, right? Right. 

Wrong. 

Life sucks and death sucks even more. 

Maybe I didn't lead the most decent one but I sure as hell didn't see it come to an end by the time I reached twenty-eight years of age. I was always in between jobs, spent my nights in clubs and bars. 

It's the girls I missed the most, though. 

All of a sudden, my days were spent moving around the apartment building I was trapped in. Oh yeah — once you were dead, you were stuck to one place. As if the rest of it wasn't bad enough...

The shit I saw, though. Some of you were real pigs, let me tell you that much. 

Remember all those times you thought to yourself: "Hey, no one can see me anyway," and proceeded to do something nasty — trust me, someone saw it. 

We're everywhere. Of course, from time to time we get to fade away into what I call our 'alone space'. But that's the backup plan when being in this world becomes a little much. It's too quiet there and that came from someone who enjoyed some silence here and there. 

Every holy book out there that's promising peace and serenity in the afterlife — I want my fucking refund. 

"This fucking sucks!" I groaned, clearly exaggerating but I wasn't one to admit it. 

The logistics of life after death made no sense. I could walk on the ground but I was unable to touch anything else. I could even walk through the goddamn walls but I had to use the fucking stairs. 

Was there some fine print I forgot to read at some point? 

"Not this again," Joey said from across the room of what was once my apartment. "Dude, you've literally been dead for six months, how did you not deal with it yet?" 

Joey was another deceased resident. He was about an inch shorter than my 6'1 feet, his light curls always messy on his head while I took way too much time making sure my dark hair stayed in place. 

My father always told me the image was everything. Maybe I didn't turn out exactly the way he had it in mind. Scratch that — I definitely didn't turn out the way he hoped. 

"Don't you have someplace better to be?" I practically hissed back at Joey.

He rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest. He was dead about two years longer than myself and we were the same age. But it meant he had this place figured out a bit more than I have. 

"I'm dead. What am I gonna do? Play bingo?" he questioned, sarcasm lacing his voice. 

I leaned against the wall. Another secret — since I'm stuck inside this apartment complex, I can lean against the outside walls of the building. Big whoop. 

"That sounds more entertaining than talking to you for sure," I retaliated, albeit it was a weak comeback. 

I internally groaned at myself. Come on, Sanders, you can do better than that. 

Joey let out a chuckle accompanied by a shake of his head. 

"So, I heard you hooked up with Leah," he continued. 

I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth. "Maybe." 

If anything, that was the most entertaining thing you could do — hook up with other ghosts. The problem was that when they got clingy, you had nowhere to run. 

"What did she say?" I asked, taking the bait. 

Walking across the room, Joey ran his fingers through his hair before messing them up into the same position. 

"She thinks you're exclusive, man," he said through a laugh. 

My eyes widened and if I wasn't dead already, I would've choked on my saliva. 

"We're not exclusive, we're dead! And she's kinda hot..." I answered.

A frown knitted my eyebrows together as my dark brown eyes moved to the worn-out grey carpet underneath the couch. 

"Hey, it's none of my business, man," Joey said and lifted his hands up as if in surrender. 

He stopped by the window next to me and looked outside. His lips pursed and he whistled. 

"Damn, who's that? She's new," he commented. 

I was much too busy attempting to figure out how to get myself out of this situation to even pay attention to him. A deep frown rested on my forehead, gaze drilling holes into the ground and frankly, I probably looked as if I was going to shit myself any given moment. 

"Dude," Joey said louder and jabbed his elbow into my ribs.

I moved away from him with a groan leaving my mouth and finally turned to him. 

"What?" I asked, annoyed. 

He nodded his head towards the window and I looked outside. I saw two women, one dressed casually and another in more business attire walk up the three steps towards the entrance. 

"Is someone moving in?" I questioned. 

"I wouldn't mind her moving into my place. Unfortunately, I'm stuck with that smelly old fart for a while longer," Joey commented.

The man living in his apartment now was in his seventies and hardly ever showered. Not because he was sick but because he was simply lazy. 

Another fun fact? We could smell. 

"Wait, you don't think—" Joey was cut off by the front door of my apartment unlocking. 

We stared at each other wide-eyed as the voices grew louder until the same two women entered my apartment. 

My apartment. 

Oh, hell no. 

I turned my attention to the redhead in skinny jeans. Her hair fell down her back in soft waves and underneath the sunglasses, she was hiding hazel eyes. Light freckles were splattered over her nose and cheeks as she followed the realtor around the apartment. 

By the look on her face, I assumed she liked the place. 

"This here is the kitchen," the older woman informed her. 

I'm pretty sure she knows it's a kitchen with the, you know... fridge and stove and shit. 

"It's adorable," the redhead commented as she looked around with interest. 

Adorable?  Was that the term one uses to describe a kitchen? 

"Over here is the bedroom," the older brunette continued as the two explored the apartment. 

Joey chuckled by my side. "Looks like you're getting a roommate." 

I shot him a dirty look before quickening my step to catch up with the women. I looked over the shoulder of the red-haired one and she shuddered. What the fuck? 

"I think it's perfect," she commented, completely ignoring me. 

Oh, wait... 

The realtor clasped her hands together. "I think you'll love it here, Samantha. It's a quiet neighborhood. Safe." 

Samantha, huh? Fuck Samantha. 

"I think so too," she almost squealed in return. 

Oh, for the love of... 

"I'll take it!" Samantha announced.

My eyes almost shot out of their sockets. 

I felt Joey's hand patting my back. "Lucky fucker." 

I shrugged him off and tore my fingers through my hair. My steps were heavy as I followed them around like a lost puppy, hoping I didn't hear that right. 

As I watched the two women discuss the details of payment and the rest of the crap that was on the contract, the world around me slowed down a bit. 

This wouldn't do. No, no. 

This was my home.