He had been dead for little over a decade now, never being able to leave the property. There had been a lot of people passing by looking at the house, whispering something about the house. He could never hear what they were saying, nor could remember why he was stuck to this house. He had woken up one day looking transparent, not being able to recall a thing that happened before he woke up. Everytime someone came to stay at the house they didn’t stay for long, always leaving after a short period of time. Always complaining about the house; he knew from the whispers that there was something very wrong with this house. He tried to get people’s attention to try and talk to them but no one listened. The For Sale sign outside on the front lawn had started to slowly deteriorate. The sign was one of the most consistent things about this house; always made it’s way back into it’s original spot. 

When he was floating outside, swatting the sign; making it swing back and forth. There was a car that came up and parked on the street right infront of him. This didn’t perk his interest since so many people had come by. The person who owned the car came out, opening the other car doors and bringing out a box. He heard noises coming from the box and he looked over at the person. He knew him. He knew the boy standing there with the box. He couldn’t figure out why or how but he knew the boy. He felt it. He floated over towards the gate and watched him. The boy struggled shutting the door he opened, this made him smile. Something that hadn’t happened in a long time. When the boy finally got the door shut he walked with the box in his hands towards the gate. He swung the gate open but suddenly stopped in place, staring. The boy stared confused at first but then smiled. 

“Glad to see you again.” 

He was confused, was the boy able to see him. He waved his hand in front of the boy’s face, testing his own theory. The boy didn’t react but continued to smile and walked straight through him, like he wasn’t even there. The little hope that had inspired had quickly faded away. The boy couldn’t see him, like everyone. 

The boy walked straight to the front door, fumbling with the knob. When he couldn’t get it open he took a step back. Frowning at the door knob. He placed the box down on the porch and tried the door knob again to find it locked. The boy didn’t have the key to the house yet, so he went around to the back. Leaving the box on the porch. 

When the boy disappeared in the back he floated up to the porch and peered into the box. Finding four little kittens; meowing. He felt himself get all giggly inside, cats were his favorite animal. Cats were his favorite animals. He remembered. He remembered that cats are his favorite animals. He put his hand on one of the cats hands, who seemed to sense his presence. The cat let out a purr as he started to scratch behind it’s ear. He slowly lowered himself until his face was close to the cats. The cat loved being scratched, it purred and purred. The other cats were looking at him, their eyes seeming to sparkle as they looked at him. 

The door opened up when the boy came back. Again, he suddenly stopped in his place; looking down at them. He again had the confused look on his face but slowly faded away when he seemed to realize what was going on. 

“Cats are your favorite animals.” He said, with a sad smile on his face. 

So he could see him or could he not. He floated up to the boy, placing both of his hands on his cheeks. He stared into the boy’s eyes. The boy’s eyes weren’t looking at him but were trying too. Searching for the person holding his face. 

The feeling from before started flowing back, he knew this boy. He knew him but who was he and why did he know him. He searched the boy’s face trying so desperately to remember. Something came to mind when the boy had left his position to pick up the kittens. They had planned on raising four kittens together. Why? Why is this boy so important to him? 

He followed the boy back into the gloomy house, watching him as he walked into the living room and set the box of kittens down. The boy picked up each kitten and carefully set them down on the floor. Each of them soon found their way around the house, checking out every little nook and crany. They had found where he was floating, they gathered around underneath him, staring up at him. Wanting to get scratches from him, but he only stared at the boy. Feeling an overwhelming amount of sadness. 

The boy had stayed on the ground, watching the kittens as they meowed at nothing. 

“You always loved cats and they always loved you.” The boy choked. 

He watched as the boy started to cry, his chest started to hurt as he watched. He knew this boy and the boy knew him. The boy knew this house, it’s history and why he was stuck here.The boy knew who he was and knew that he loved cats. He floated over to the boy and got down close to his face. He set his hands on the boy's cheeks again, aching to stop his crying. He desperately tried to wipe away his tears; not realizing that his own tears started rolling down his cheeks. 

Just like that, his memories started to come back like waves on a beach. He knew this house because it was his. He knew that he decided to live here with the boy. He knew that he couldn’t leave because this was the place they decided to live together in. Raising four cats, together. He was trapped here because this is where their love would grow old together. 

Now, now all he could do was watch. Watch the boy he fell in love with, live his life without truly having him by his side. He could never be by the boy’s side anymore. He’s no longer a living being. He’s a ghost.