When Maisie was at work that day, she made some points about what was happening to her apartment. It seems illogical that someone will try to freeze her on her apartment. But she couldn't deny the knowledge that something was sure going on.

And when she reached her apartment to see if she could stay there that night or at least make sure she had a proper attire for the next day of work. She just snapped when she felt the usual cold.

What she didn't expect was to see the most beautiful man she had ever seen appear in front of her.

She stood frozen as she tried to assimilate what her eyes were seeing. A man appeared in front of her.

" Hello. "the ghost, man thing said and in reply, Maisie's eyes rolled up and she fainted.

****

When she woke up, Maisie wasn't sure what was happening, but she knew that she had just seen the most perfect specimen of a man in her apartment seating on her couch. That alone convinced Maisie that she was dreaming. She never allowed a man into her space especially when she wasn't close to him and she was not close to anybody here, she barely had time to settle in, now, could she have made some friends too.

" Hey, are you okay? " a voice asked, and Maisie grudgingly opens her eyes, she had wanted to remain in her fantasy. When her gaze connected to the male face above her, she realized that her fantasy wasn't a fantasy, it was a reality and that got a scream out of her as she tried to scramble to her feet.

" Easy, you hit your head hard when you fell. " the man said.

" Who are you. " Maisie said as she struggled to calm herself down. Of her heart continued walking through its alarming frantic beating, she might discover herself suddenly dead from a heart attack.

" My name is Zach and my memories are foggy, that is the only thing I can remember about myself. " the ghost replied

" What are you doing here. " Maisie asked

" I don't know. One minute I was seating in a food court the next I was here. " the ghost shrugged as he settled down back on the couch which he got up from when the owner of the house he was staying in shouted that he should show himself.

She straightens as she continues her questioning. " what are you. "

" I don't know, but you have been the only one to see me so far. When I appeared, I was hoping that you wouldn't see me instead you did. Imagine my shock. " Zach said with a grin.

" Yeah right. " Maisie said. It is official, she has gone off into the deep end.

" Okay. I was not too shocked, I was hoping on playing some pranks on you. " Zach jokes when he saw that she was accepting it well. He never knew it would be easier to convince her than it was to convince himself when he woke up on a bridge with no memories and invisibility to others. He was mightily relieved that someone was seeing him, and the person was okay with it... Or so he thought until she lets out a maniacal laugh.

" Miss, are you alright. " Zach asked cautiously seeing the glazed look in her eyes.

Maisie chuckles to herself as she smiles at him. " why wouldn't I be, Zach. " Zach relaxed a little only for her next words to raise his shoulders. " after all I am insane, imagining I am seeing a ghost " Maisie laughs. " oh, this is juicy, I can't wait to wake up and tell Betty all about it. "

" Er... Miss. " Zach started.

" I am going to bed, goodnight ghost Zach, when I wake up I am sure that everything will be fine. " with that she smiled at Zach then skipped to her bed and closed her eyes.

" But it is just passed seven. " Zach said softly. He knew that it was too good to be true after all, he didn't believe it when it happened to him. He will just make sure she believes that she is not hallucinating because he plans to stick with her, after all, she is the first person who has seen him in months, and he is not about to let her go.

He better gets some rest too, he believed that the next day would be war.

****

" You aren't real. " Maisie screams at Zach who looks at her with a sigh.

" We should have already passed through this stage thirty minutes ago. Accept it already so we can move on. " Zach said in a soft tone.

" There is no moving on. You are not real, and I am just arguing with myself. " Maisie said as she took in deep breaths.

Apparently, she wasn't dreaming, something was wrong with her. She certainly believes that she had lost her mind, and it must have happened because of the stress she is undergoing at her work. She had finally snapped.

" You need to calm down and you are not arguing with yourself. " Zach said.

"How would you know when you are just a figment of my imagination. " Maisie argues.

"I am not your imagination. My God, you are so stubborn " Zach breathes

" I am stubborn, you are the one still here after dying. You need to leave me alone. If you really are not something from my imagination. "

" That is it. I can't. You are the first person I had a conversation with within the last six months because you can see me. How can you expect me to leave? " Zach yells. When Maisie didn't say anything, he thought he had gotten through to her.

Maisie wetted her lips as she thought about what he said. If he had not been able to talk to anybody, he must have been lonely. Then she shook her head the only reason he could talk to her was because she is crazy, she need help, medical help. " if you haven't been able to talk to anybody but me that mean that I am not okay. I must be insane to be the only one to hear you and see you or I am insane for conjuring you out of my imagination. " Maisie said in a tone that didn't leave any room for argument as she went into her room to change. She was not going to work today, she was going to seek help.

Zach watched the woman leave and smiled, if only he had been alive when he saw her. Her spirit was amazing, and he could see it through her eyes. This was the kind of woman that a man needs.

She came out dressed a few minutes later and marched out of the apartment ignoring him and he decided to follow her. There was no way he would leave her alone until she has accepted that she can see him. He doesn't want her to disappear or do something dangerous to herself.