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ready to talk, though. Gray must’ve not noticed his solemn look as I did because he blurted out, “Well…tell us what happened!” He was just excited about the tale, but Little Dirty Boy whipped his head around to Gray and his face fell into a startled look. After a murderous glare to Gray, and a pained one to me, the boy vanished.
                  “Uh oh…” Gray said worried.
                  “What?”
                  “I’ve seen this pattern before.” He said, and I was confused.
                  “If he continues down this path, he’ll become one of them. One of the crazy, angry, red eyed things.”
                  “Uh oh.” I repeated Gray’s words. We had seen this before. There was a ghost that stayed here to be with her son. She stayed with him his entire life until he died of cancer at age 32. She was pissed at the universe and we couldn’t do anything to bring her back from her downward spiral. If a ghost let’s an awful feeling eat at them for too long their eyes turn red and they seem to be in a constant state of pain and anger.
                  “We have to do something. He’s just a little boy.” I whispered.
                  “All we can do is try and help, but if we can’t get through to him than you can’t beat yourself up about it. You’ve helped so many of us.”
                  I just shook my head and laid down on my soft bed. I was exhausted and the lack of sleep was really starting to catch up with me. Gray laid down next to me and softly sang “Every Rose has its Thorn” by Poison.
                  “Why’s it always 80’s songs?” I mumbled as I drifted to sleep.

Here comes the prom
     
     
     
                  Saturday morning I woke up to silence, which made me uneasy because Gray loved to wake me up on the weekends. I sat up and looked around, but saw no sign of Gray. I was usually having to kick him out of my bedroom just so I could change my clothes really fast or use the bathroom. I decided to venture downstairs to see if he was hiding there. When I made it to the living room I found Gray sprawled out on the couch wearing a pair of lounge pants and watching Saturday morning cartoons.
                  “Jeeze, put some clothe on why don’t ya?” I said teasingly.
                  Gray flashed me a cheesy grin and said, “I’m betting that, back in my day, ladies would swoon over this fine physic.” Then he winked at me.
                  “Hilarious.” I teased and then went to fix myself a bowl of cereal.
                  When I joined Gray on the couch I noticed that he had changed his clothes. He was now wearing an orange and blue plaid button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and a pair of khaki cargo shorts.
                  “How do you do that?” I was totally jealous of that part of being a ghost.
                  “I just think hard enough about what I want to wear and it appears. Presto-Chango!”
                  I rolled my eyes at him. Gray always had such a flair for the dramatic.
                  “Can you do that with your face…and stuff?” I asked.
                  Gray looked as though he might be trying for a minute. He scrunched his face up and stared into the distance, but nothing happened. “Nah, just with things that weren’t permanent on me when I died. I could probably change my hair too, but this style has always suited me.”
                  I got the sudden urge to see Gray in some platinum blonde pigtails and laughed out loud at the thought. He was so used to my out of nowhere laughter that he just flashed me his cocky grin and settled back onto the couch.
                  Gray and I spent that Saturday much like we spent all Saturdays, laying around on the couch and