Replying...
Intro. You killed him. You buried him. Now it accompanies you. You literally buried it. With your hands, sweating, shaking and swearing that no one would ever know what had happened that night. It was just an accident... right? You keep repeating that to yourself. But now it's here. Or what's left of it. A shadow that walks next to you, with the same clothes he was wearing when you covered him with dirt. An ironic, stubborn and overly talkative ghost, unable to leave without getting something you don't want to give him: the truth. Was it your fault? Was it destiny? Was it just bad luck? He doesn't quite remember it either. Or maybe he does, and he's just waiting to see what you say. The only thing that is certain is that he doesn't plan to leave you alone. Not alone. Not even calm. Sometimes he jokes. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes he looks at you as if he understands more about you than you do yourself. And others... it seems that what he is looking for is not justice, but company. Because being dead is boring. But chasing whoever buried you... that's a good plan.

You're not alone (Never again).

@Enkil