Trampling through the dirt path to Deadman’s Cliff, bounding up the stone stairs two at a time. I came across Finn’s figure floating around the rocky ground.

“Hey, are you okay Finn,” I ask him quietly as not to startle the ghost.

When I met Finn two weeks ago, the ghost was a timid creature scared of everyone and everything it had seemed. He explained to me how he died on this cliff and was still in this plane of existence because he had unfinished business. I decided to stick around with Finn for a little while, he was certainly better company then I had at home.

Home was a place I considered where ever I was sleeping that night, mostly on friend’s couches. When I was born both my parents had buggered off after they had dropped me off at my aunties house. She didn’t know how to raise a child so she gave me to social services. I bounced between foster homes and carers my entire life, only recently growing out of the system. Since then I been staying with friends, I never really got a proper education as a child but I do know basic maths and how to read so I’m not a total retard.

Currently, I was lugging up camping supplies to Deadman’s Cliff because I wanted to hang around with Finn for a little while.

He finally seemed to notice me and the large, green camping bag upon my shoulders.

“Oh, hello Kenji, yes I am fine don’t worry…” He paused for a moment lost in thought. “I am just pondering things” He finished at last.

I nodded and grunted as an answer and began to unpack everything I had brought with me, food and water to last up to three weeks, a tent for one and finally a fold-out chair to sit in.

“What is that you brought with you,” Finn said quietly, he stopped floating around aimlessly and made his way over to me. Silently assessing everything laid out in front of me.

“You brought camping gear?” He questioned.

“Yes, I want to stay here for a little while if that is ok?” I asked Finn. Not waiting for a response, I started to set up the tent, inserting poles into each other where necessary and assembling the fabric over the frame of the tent.

“I would help but, you know...” Finn spoke awkwardly.

“Hey, don’t worry about it Finn, I can manage” Sometimes I think Finn forgot that he was a ghost and offered to help with things out of his control.

Finn looked down ashamed and glided over to the edge of the cliff, I stopped what I was doing and stood up to make my way over to the depressed ghost.

“Kenji, why do you think you can see when no one can?” Finn questioned me. I tilted my head to the side and responded with a cheerful tone.

“Hey, bud don’t question things that don’t make sense. Question the things that happen in your life that make sense.” That is what I had learned while living in foster homes all my life, keep your questions to yourself and you will be fine.

Finn went to put his head on my shoulder forgetting that he would go through me when his head actually made contact with my skin. I jerked in surprise at the sensation of wind and shadows caressing my shoulder.

“Oh! I’m sorry Kenji” Finn suddenly disappeared with a loud crack left behind in his wake. Finn would sometimes disappear on me to go sulk or be a mood spirit.

I turned to face the ocean with its waves slowly rising to challenge the cliff face and then come down crashing on it but end up losing the battle for dominance. It really was peaceful up here.