When my friend Lina first moved into her small little studio apartment in Hollywood California, she sensed that there was a presence there. She closed her eyes and asked the ghost who he was.
As she stood there in the little living room she got a vision of a young Mexican man sitting on the toilet, completely dressed with a needle in his left arm. He was leaned up against the wall in the bathroom. The belt was still draped across his lap.
In the vision that the ghost sent her, she saw his spirit stand up out of his body. He turned around in spirit form and stared at his now dead body. He looked down at the syringe which was still stuck in his arm and touched his corpse's face with his ghostly hand.
"What the fuck?!" He yelled, scared and confused. "Am I dead?" He said to himself. He tried to get back inside his body, but he couldn't. It was way too late. He was dead. Fear ran through him.
"No! No! I can't be dead! I didn't want to die!" He yelled. He then walked out of the bathroom and walked into the little living room. His ghost sat down on the old sofa that he had at that time.
He hung his head into his hands and started to freak out a little. "Shit! I'm only 32 years old! Oh God! My mom! She's going to be heart broken. Fuckin' A I told her I was clean! Shit!"
The thing is, Francis had been using heroin for five months before he died. The day of the night that he died, he picked up some dope that was really pure stuff. The night of his final fix, it stopped his heart within seconds after doing it.
The vision that Lina had ended and she opened her eyes. In the middle of the now unfurnished living room stood Francis' ghost. He stood 5 foot 6 inches tall and had dark brown eyes and short spiky black hair. His skin color that he appeared to have was a medium brown tone.
"You died from a drug overdose?" Lina asked him. Francis gave her a sad look. "Yeah." He said with a mournful frown. "What drug was it?" Lina asked him. "Heroin." Francis told her in a sad voice. "Were you alone in the apartment when you died?" She asked him. Francis looked sad and sickly. "I gotta go now." He told her and then walked straight through the closed door and into the hallway.
Lina walked into the tiny little kitchen where all there was, was one saucepan, a frying pan a few pieces of silverware and a package of paper plates. She hadn't done any major grocery shopping yet, but she did have a box of Velveeta macaroni and cheese on the counter top. She filled the saucepan with water and set it on the range top of the stove. She turned the flame on the stove and then walked into the empty living room and sat down on the floor.
Meanwhile, out on the streets of Hollywood, Francis the Heroin addicted ghost was wandering the streets looking for any living junkies that he could take possession of for his next fix.
He spotted a former friend from when he was alive. He walked over to him. His friend Jim was buying three bags of dope off of a dealer named Bruce. After purchasing the stuff, Jim walked away and down the street. Francis walked beside him without Jim knowing that he was there.
As Jim got to this little abandoned apartment building in Hollywood, he climbed in through a broken window into an abandoned apartment and sat down on the floor. Francis sat down by him. Once Jim had the drug ready to inject, Francis took possession of his friend's body. He mainlined his friend, and lay back on the floor in his friend's body. He absorbed the high from the Heroin from his friend's body and channeled out of his friend's body.
After that, he went back to the apartment, which was now Lina's apartment. He was nodding out already when he got to the hallway in front of the door. He walked into the apartment and lay down on the floor and crashed out.
Lina was just finishing making the macaroni and cheese. She took the large tablespoon and scooped the macaroni and cheese onto the paper plate that was on the counter. She turned the burner off and walked over to the refrigerator and opened the door. She took out a Coca Cola and then closed the door. She walked over to the counter and picked up the paper plate. She then carried it with her and walked into the living room.
She sat down on the floor by where Francis lay in a semi conscious state. As she sat there eating the macaroni and cheese, she stopped for a moment to open up the can of soda. She washed down the mouthful of food with some soda and then continued to eat.
Francis was dreaming about the day his mother came by the apartment to gather up a few things of his that she wanted to keep. In the dream, his mother, a white woman with light brown hair stood there crying in the living room while putting a few books and record albums into a cardboard box. She was just standing there sobbing.
"My God! He was only 32 years old! I knew he was lying when he said that he wasn't doing that stuff anymore! My God! Why? Why poor Francis?! Why him? Why did my son have to die from that shit?!" She then dropped to her knees on the floor and started sobbing out of control. "Francis! Oh my God! My son is dead!"
Francis walked over to her and knelt down by her. Being a ghost, she couldn't see him or hear him. "I'm so sorry Mom! I'm so sorry! It was an accident Mom! I O. D'd by accident! It was a stupid accident! I didn't want to die Mom!"
Just then Francis woke up from the drug induced sleep. He sat up crying and wiped the tears off of his face. "What were you dreaming about?" Lina asked him. Francis told her about the dream.
"Have you ever thought of getting clean?" Lina asked him. "I don't think I can." He told her. "Yes, you can. It's just like you did when you were alive." She told him. Francis looked scared. "I'll do it tomorrow." He told her.
Francis kept his word and detoxed himself for a week in the apartment. It was brutal on him, but he was clean in a week. He continued to haunt the apartment and became Lina's friend and a spirit guide to her.
Submitted December 31, 2016 at 12:07PM by aprilskutt45 http://ift.tt/2hBUWBQ nosleep
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