Karyn walked up to Jon's house and when she was sure no one saw her, she used a key (one that Jon had given her two years ago) to get inside. Since Jon was dead, she felt like she was breaking into the house and she didn't want anyone to notice.
Closing the door behind her, she then approached the stairs, stopping only momentarily to take a look around the house. This was almost like her second home. She spent almost as much time here as in her own house. There were so many good memories.
Shaking her head, she walked up the stairs and then towards Jon's room.
Karyn, Jon thought, waving his hand in front of his friend. But she didn't see him. She didn't even register his presence. And when he tried to touch her, his hand just moved through her body, like she wasn't really there. Karyn, please.
She can't hear you.
Jon spun around and saw someone standing a few yards behind him. Even from that distance, it should have been easy to see who it was. But as it was, the figure just looked like a formless shimmer. Was that what Jon looked like?
Who are you? Jon asked the figure.
