I was drifting along on a sweet summer breeze, minding my own invisible business when a soft moan came from behind me. It was a sound I wasn't entirely familiar with. There was an element of human to it, but there was also something slightly off about it. Intrigued, I twirled around and found myself face to face with... My face.
It was a little more decayed than when I'd left it a few months ago, but I still recognized my eyes and the pride and joy that were my cheekbones. I admit, I was a little embarrassed by my unkempt state, and I'm sure if I could smell I would be appalled. But the things that used to annoy me as a human no longer seemed to matter as a ghost. Things hold less weight now, if you catch my drift.
As I floated there, staring at my desiccated form, something strange happened. It was as if my body could see me, because all of a sudden I tried to bite me! I shrieked and backed away, and my body tipped its head to the side, seemingly confused as to why my teeth had gone straight through my arm.
"It's not very nice to bite people! I thought I had better manners than that!" I yelled at myself.
"Maybe we did when we were one person, but ever since you left, it's like I don’t know who I am anymore," my body said, punctuating everything with a series of moans and groans.
"It's not my fault I had to leave! We were stabbed! I had no choice but to leave you behind."
My human eyes and my ghost eyes both looked down at the same time. The wound on my chest didn't look any better now than it did the night I'd been stabbed. At least now it wasn't bleeding heavily, just oozing something gross to look at.
"Maybe we should get that checked out," I said.
"It's too late for that," my body grunted. "I just wish I knew who did this to me. I would love to bite them."
"Well that's interesting because I know exactly who stabbed us," I said.
"Really?" It was the most animated I'd seen my reanimated self.
"Of course. I remember everything that has ever happened to us."
A sudden scream split the air, and I looked over my shoulder to see a little girl, pointing at us and crying.
"Hey! It's rude to point!" I shouted, but she ignored me completely. Probably because my stupid body was ambling toward her, mouth wide open and ready to bite.
"Woah there me!" I yelled, blocking my own path. "We want to go the other way to find the person who killed us."
"Oh right," my body said, turning away from the little girl.
We were only a few steps into our journey when my body veered right. I followed my own gaze and saw a squirrel high-tailing it away from us. I sighed and went after myself again. It was suddenly clear to me who was going to have to be the brains of this operation, and it wasn't the zombie.
Original Prompt: A zombie and a ghost meet and discover they used to be the same person when they were alive. One is the spirit and the other is the body. They team up to solve their own murder.