A day the same as any other, their limbs empty, and the tinge of red and orange spread across the earth. Watching, they passed me by creating a quick spiral. The yellow line keeping my vision straight, I was safe in its hold, I was happy watching it and it granted me peace of mind. The peace of mind that I craved, needed, and didn’t want to let go of. Time ticked past and I continued watching the brown go on, dreams carrying me away while I thought. I then heard a noise, a loud one, a truck roared its eager growl from the other side and… It didn’t stop.

The pain, oh how the pain haunted my soul, but it was short lived and I fell. Falling and falling with no hint of the end, I closed my eyes wishing for light to dawn on me. It felt as though time had stopped and I could sleep forever, but after a while time started ticking again and light beamed ever so strongly on me. I reached for the light—It pulled me in—then I smashed against a hard wall.

Hacking and coughing I gasped for air, but felt none enter or leave.

“What was that?” I asked.

“The floor, of course,” a voice answered, somewhat quirky yet sarcastic.

“Huh!” the voice startling me, I jumped back and after so long I opened them, my eyes. The lights, the colored tiles, and even the white sink and mirror were amazing. Ah, how I missed seeing the world, but what is that? That! The giant transparent eyeball floating in the air and staring right at my face.

I turned my head left and right. Where, where is the person who spoke to me? I don’t see anyone besides this eyeball giving me a good look. …No way, it can’t be.

“Were you the one who spoke to me?” I asked, suspicious of it.

It blinked and said, “Yes, I spoke to you.”

This is… Amazing! I’m seeing the supernatural up close, who would have thought a giant eyeball existed and that it could talk. I wonder how it floats, I don’t see anything keeping it in the air.

“Hey, eyeball, how do you float?”

“Eyeball, so that’s what you see me as,” odd, I don’t see what else it could be. “I float because I’m a ghost, the same as you,” it explained.

“The same as me?” I questioned, there is no way I am the same as this eyeball.

“That’s right,” it floated over to the mirror, “come over here.”

I followed it and it kept afloat over my shoulder.

“Look into the mirror,” I did as it said. “You can see me, right?”

“Yeah, I can see you. You look the same as before, amazing, that you’re still transparent.”

“Oh hush, you’re focusing on the wrong thing. Look at yourself, what do you see?”

What do I see? I see, a faded shadow, reminiscent of a body. It looks like I have long hair, but that could be a façade of the shadow. I raised my hand, ah, my hand is transparent too. I didn’t notice earlier. I touched the mirror, at least I thought I touched it, but nothing happened. There wasn’t a hand print and there was no feeling when I slid my hand down the mirror.

I gasped then yelled, “This doesn’t make any sense!”

“It might not now, but it will add up as you experience being a ghost,” it said.

“No, I mean, when did I die?! I don’t remember dying,” and I thought more about myself. “…I don’t even remember who I am. What my name is, what I looked like, or who my family was. I don’t remember anything, only falling in a dark tunnel.”

“The Tunnel of Echoes…,” it mumbled.

“Huh, what was that?”

“Nothing,” whatever it said, it swept it aside, “I haven’t introduced myself yet, you can call me Sam.”

“Sam, that’s certainly better than eyeball,” I said, happy that I didn’t have to call it eyeball anymore.

“Don’t call me eyeball, I gave you my name,” Sam said, its voice tensing up. “Ah, and since you don’t remember your name, I’ll call you Gray.”

Gray, I like it, it has a familiar ring to it.

“Gray, that’s not bad.”

“So, you like the name?” Sam asked.

“Yeah! I’m Gray, nice to meet you,” I said and smiled, I couldn’t tell if Sam could see my smile. I hope its brighter than the sun.

“Nice to meet you too. I’m sure you’re curious about where we are,” Sam said.

I wasn’t before, but I am now. I looked around the room some more. There was a toilet, a bathtub, and a rug on the floor. We’re in a bathroom, that must mean I’m inside a house.

“Are we in a house?” I asked.

“That’s right and this house isn’t empty, a man lives here.”

“A man.”

“Yeah, follow me.”

After Sam said so, it floated over to the door that was closed.

“Watch, you should be able to do this too."

Sam moved at a snail’s pace and went through the door, looking at me the entire time.

“Oh, I nearly forgot, make sure to stay focused while fading through objects,” Sam said before disappearing from my sight.

I reached out to the door, my wits shaken by Sam’s last comment.

“Wait, come back! What happens if I don’t focus!?”