It had been about 5 months since his death. And everyday when I woke up it felt as if he had just died yesterday. He was my best friend. We filmed videos together, lived together, and we did pretty much everything together.
I woke up around 11 o'clock and I rubber my eyes and pushed my long dark brown hair out of my face. I stood up and walked across the hall to Phil's room. I opened the door and walked in. I stood in the doorway for a moment, looking at all his things. His little lion stuffed animal was still on the dresser and his camera still sat on the tripod in the corner. Everything was the same.
But then again, everything was always the same. I didn't touch anything when he died. I just left everything where it was to try and keep the memory of Phil alive. I sighed and walked out, shutting the door behind me.
I walked into the bathroom and took a quick shower and then walked down to the kitchen to make breakfast or lunch cause it was so late in the day. I opened up the fridge but it was bare. I sighed again and grabbed my wallet and keys and walked out the door. I walked down to the market and bought a few things and then walked back.
I put things away in the fridge and made a small pizza and ate it at the table while watching some of Phil's old videos. After I put the plate in the sink and walked back over to my room. But something caught my eye. Phil's bedroom door was slightly open. I know I had closed it but there it was, slightly open. I eyed the door for a moment and slowly walked towards the door. I placed my hand on the door and it opened slightly. I peered into the room but everything looked the same.
"Must not have closed this properly," I mumbled to myself as I turned around and shut the door. I walked into my room to grab my laptop and sitting on my bed was Phil's little lion. I stopped as soon as I saw it. "What the hell," I said as I moved towards it cautiously.
I picked it up and looked at it. I sighed and walked back into Phil's room to put the lion back.
As I turned around I noticed something in the corner of the room, by the camera. It looked almost like a glimmer or something and then the glimmer took shape. It looked like Phil. This thing looked exactly like Phil. It wore a red and black t-shit and black skinny jeans. It's black hair was even done just like Phil's.
"Ok what the actual fuck," I breathed. "I've officially lost it," I said as I quickly moved to go out of the room.
"Wait Dan," I heard. I turned around and the figure was right next to me. I jumped back a little bit. "Gesh I thought you would be a little more excited to see me," he said.
"B-but your dead," I told him, or more of I told myself. I was definitely hallucinating.
"Well yea, but I thought I would come back. I mean after all you are kinda loosing it," Phil said.
"So what, your like a ghost now?" I asked. "And why are you back now? You've been dead for several months now."
"Well I thought you would move on without me. And what better day to come back then on my birthday," he said in a happy tone. He always was happy go lucky.
"But I just don't understand," I said.
"Dan you've lost it," Phil said as he placed a hand on my shoulder. I could see his hand on my shoulder but I didn't feel a thing; almost like he wasn't even there. "You haven't made a video in 5 months, and look at your hair!" I laughed. I had grown my hair out, it was down to my shoulders. I had meant to get it cut but just never felt like going out.
"Yea I guess your right," I sighed. "So what? Your just going to hang around here?" I asked.
"No I'll come back when you need me to," he said. "And ya know I don't think you need me right now so I'll come back soon," he smiled at me as he just disappeared.