Helmut

Helmut was a ghost. He had been a ghost for so long that he didn't remember being anything else. He must have been human, at some point, but he couldn't remember. He couldn't remember his real name, either. He had picked 'Helmut' from some book long forgotten. He had been there for so long that there had been several different houses and several different tenants. There had been different ghosts, too, eventually, but none of them stayed, just like the people they came and go and left him alone.

Helmut was bored. He was a bored ghost. He had been a ghost for a long time and there are few things that a ghost can do. At that moment, he was living with a young woman who seemed to work too much and enjoy herself too little. He decided that he needed to do something about it, for both of them. She would sit on her couch, alone, doing nothing, going to sleep early because she was tired, and waking up early because she had to work. Helmut pitied her, he pitied her because she wasn't living her life. Helmut had a life, once, he didn't remember, but he knew he had it, and he wanted her to have it. Helmut liked the girl, she was nice, and she never made to much of a fuss about anything, even when he moved things around she always thought it had been her who had left them in a place she didn't remember. 

Helmut decided to spice things up in that girl's life, so one night, when the girl was sleeping, he turned on the TV. He knew that there was something on TV that would change the life of the girl. After a while, he heard the girl moving in her sleep and waking up after realizing there was something amiss. She walked up to the TV and stared at it, half asleep. She looked for the remote and simply turned it off. Helmut would have slapped her if he had been able to. He was trying to fix her life and she didn't even realize. He let a frustrated moan escape, which the girl seemed to pick up as she looked at his direction. She shook her head and told herself "There's nothing here, go back to sleep Ria".