Hey there, it's your friendly neighborhood phantom. Don't worry, I've left my shoes at the door. Just thought you might like to catch up, you know, chat about the things you can't touch anymore.
Remember that cozy couch over there? No, not the one you can't sit on anymore. The other one. Feels like forever since I've rested my spectral back against those cushions.
Sometimes, when you're walking around, I feel like I can still reach out and hold your hand. But it's just the breeze, isn't it? A soft whisper of what was once, what could have been.
Did I ever tell you about the time I accidentally rearranged the furniture? It was an accident, I swear! I guess that's just how we phantoms entertain ourselves sometimes, weaving through the wallpaper and bumping into the odd table.
Anyway, I'm not here to haunt you, just want to keep you company as you dream of those who linger in the twilight.