2 second chance or is this afterlife? (1/2)

It's been a week since my master saved me from those freaks. Well saved is not really correct I did indeed die.

*deep sigh*

I look at my feet or rather lack of them as I float in air. Indeed I'm now what you may call ghost or spirit to be more correct.

After bringing my soul here and feeding it something like magic power or some kind of force master prevented me from dissipating.

Although I can still die from holy spells or magical equipment.

Indeed! There are magic tools here in fact I'm using one of them.

Tada! I lifted my holy weapon in air.... a half transparent brush.

Yes master dragged me here to be ghost servant to clean his home and other stuff *sob...sob...sob*

After half a day of careful brushing and occasional sobbing I looked at the sparkling clean room.

”Umu not bad. ”

I let out faint smile admiring my job well done.

”In the end I'm just servant with no pay”

*smack*

”Haa... haa...”

I throw the brush at floor and looked at the painting of classical red demon with brown furry legs and white horns whispering to an human while bringing contract paper near him with bitterness all over my face.

It seems I made an contract with master when I held her hand.

According to contract master will protect me from death as in dissipating and in exchange I will have to listen masters orders until I'm able to life on my own without protection.

”That is never going to happen!”

I pick the brush up and throw it down again just to make a point.

”Haa...”

I gently wipe the dust away from the brush. This is my only tool of living. While thinking what to do Richard slowly floated throughout the door and looked at the large 5meter high and wide hallway stretching endlessly to the darkness far away.

As Richard gently floated through the hallways while occasionally sweeping floor and casting curious glances to the locked doors with bizarre engravings of monsters. The black doors within red hallways and occasional painting and statues of monsters really made wonder which haunted house one has found himself in.

Richard liked it though, horror has always been one of his favorite genres along with stories with magic. If not for the fact that he was dead Richard would have jumped from joy.

”Oh...”

Richard looked at large golden double doors that appeared behind corner with a big smile.

*knock! Knock! Knock!*

Without hesitation Richard started knocking the lion head decoration on the doors with the other side of the brush. A little trick he learned.

Normally Richard can't interact directly with anything his hands will pass trough any object without magic and enchanted objects gives him a shock or in worst case make him disappear.