Noah Chance apt 406

Noah felt surrounded, overwhelmed. Everywhere he turned, there was a ghost. Susie Lightman’s grandmother, Old Man Jenkins’ wife, Jeffrey Randall, Mr. Evans. His brother. He was never truly alone. Sometimes, when he was returning from work or school, he silently wished that Seth wouldn’t be home when he returned. Then he immediately felt guilty for thinking such a terrible thought. He was lucky to be able to see his brother, considering the only time Noah should be seeing him was 6 feet under the ground. Now, Noah sat on the Foxberry’s roof, seemingly the only place the dead wouldn’t go. His bare feet floated in the warm water of the rooftop pool, the cuffs of his jeans rolled up past calves as to not get wet. The roof was empty, unlike the last time he was up here. Thinking back on the strange encounter, it felt like a dream. The way the steam curled off of the pool. The air thick with the scent of flowers. The strange Jack Stars and dead-raising woman. He was alone, finally. Noah felt...

When Noah had walked into his apartment that evening, ready to crash onto the first available surface in the small space, he had not been expecting a visitor. On top of the small kitchen table sat a toy frog. No, it was too lifelike to be a toy. He could see the leopard-like spots covering its small body, the creamy white of its stomach. He could see the glisten of moisture on its back and the way its chest rose and fell as if it were breathing. He blinked. The small creature blinked back. Noah startled and backed away from the frog. “What is that doing in the apartment?” “His name is Kermit and I kinda need him to stay here for a bit.” Noah jumped again and looked to where Parker was, bent over the Chance's kitchen counter eating a bowl of cereal. Now he had two unexpected visitors. “First of all: How did you get into my apartment? Second of all: No way! This apartment is disgusting enough as it is.” “That’s exactly why he should live here!” “No! It’s not! We don’t need to make it...