well...I was bored and this is one of my favorite parts in this story so far. I don't exactly have a name for it yet, but it's about this guy named Logan who can see and speak with ghosts. He's not much of a people person nor a ghost person for that matter, but he can't seem to escape either of them.

Here's the beginning of chapter two. Enjoy and tell me what chu tink.
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Logan sat up in bed and stretched yawning loudly. Rolling his neck he popped it then popped his shoulders. Standing up he stretched some more popping his back and fingers at the same time as they rose up over his head.
“That can give you arthritis you know. Popping your bones like that.”
“Thanks for the advice.” He replied sarcastically as he walked through the ghost.
“Hey, I may be dead, but I know what I’m talking about young man. That’s why we old folk become hunched over and disfigured.” The ghost scorned wagging her finger at him.
Logan yawned again. ”Twenty-One isn’t that young.” He reached for his towel, tooth brush and other restroom necessities.
“Sure it may seem like that now, but when you get older, yall’s goanna wish you’s a youngin again.”
“Bessie…I don’t really care right now.” He said closing his dorm door on her so she had to walk through it. “It’s too early. Right now, all I care about is taking a shower, getting dressed and getting breakfast.”
He was more open with talking to ghosts in plane sight now that he was in collage, but he usually didn’t take a shower until after every one else in that area had because….well….he wasn’t much of a people person and he wasn’t really comfortable showering with a bunch of guys. There were always the mixed gender bathrooms, but still there was still the issue of him not being a people person.
Walking into the men’s bathroom he headed towards the showers and behind him the unknowing Bessie still fallowed giving him the 3rd degree. He never had been able to find out how she died or why she haunted the collage, but although she could already see the light she insisted on staying. He met her freshmen year when he first moved in. She was complaining about a couple making out in the halls. Since then she would tend to hang around Logan and bother him every once in a while.
He began pulling his shirt over his head as Bessie kept going on about this and that. It wasn’t until he had his thumbs in the side of his pants about to pull them down when she realized.
“Hey, hey, hey now boy. What in the name of the heavenly father, dear God are you doing?”
Logan looked at her as if there was nothing wrong. “Uhh…getting ready to take a shower.” He arched a brow.
“Well excuse me but-“
Logan cut her off by dropping his pajama pants and with a scream she was gone.
“ Please, like she’s never seen a naked man before.” He half smiled, but it quickly went away at a thought that occurred to him. He never saw a naked girl before…but he’s not some perverted old ghost that haunts collages. Sighing with a slight tint of pink in his cheeks he picked up his belongings, placed them onto a bench and went into the showers. Stepping out moments later, he wrapped the towel around his waist, which was a bit pointless seeing as there was no one in there at the time, but he didn’t exactly enjoy the cool breeze the swept in between his legs as he walked. Standing in front of a mirror he held a can of shaving cream over his hand pushed the button until he had enough and smeared it around on his cheeks and chin. After he finished shaving he ran his fingers over his face. “Mmmmmmmmmm, baby bottom smooth.” He smiled.
Just then the bathroom door swung open causing him to jump. One would think that after all the ghosts he’s seen in his life that nothing would surprise him, but still…things did. In walked a girl, freshmen most likely, although Logan was merrily a sophomore himself he couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. The girl looked at him a bit confused. It appeared as though she couldn’t move so he decided to perhaps help her. The faster he got her out of there the sooner he could relax.
He turned to face her leaning back a bit, placed his hands behind him on the sink and let out a sigh. “Uh…did some…big…not so smart looking guy… perhaps told you that this was a mixed gender rest room?”
The girl gawked but managed to nod.
“Well for future reference its not. This one is men’s only. Down the hall a bit and to the right is the women’s and if you hang a left that’s the mixed gender. Next time it’d be easier to read the signs on the door rather then listen to the-“ He was interrupted by slipping sensation but before could react his towel fell to the floor and he froze. Slowly he looked up to see the girls face change to 3 shades of red as well did his. He opened his mouth to say something but the girl ran out screaming before he could.
Logan sighed drying himself off and pulled on his clothes. When he stepped out of the bathroom there stood three frat boys laughing their heads off. He simply nodded and smiled as he walked past them.