The Ghost.

Chapter 1

Hi, my name is Emily. I was born January 5, 1975. I was 16 years old when I was brutally beaten by my father in 1990. He killed me knocking me out then buried me in the back yard. It is now 2001, and nobody has found out about what he did to me. Surprisingly he has kept this a secret for 11 years.  You see when you die you don't go to heaven, or hell. You can go anywhere you want really. I used to believe in heaven and hell. Now that i'm actually dead i guess you could say you're kinda alone. There are others. Sometimes they say hi, but keep passing on. Its really creepy at first, but once you get used to it youll be really lonely. I stayed at 16. I'll never be any older. Sadly.

I go everywhere really. Mostly its abandon houses. I rarely ever go around people. I try not to, because people with lost souls can see me. People who have depressing problems, and self harm issues. I really want to help people, but sometimes i'm scared on how that person will react, because i don't look alive. I look like a dead girl. Pale skin with purple hair. Oh and let me tell you i have red glowing eyes. Usually when i get near people i put my head down so, the people with lost souls don't get startled, but if one does see me its my job to help. Even if they don't want it.

I don't have emotions anymore. I can't feel sad, happy, angry, or anything because i'm dead. Everyone gets a job. Mine is to help lost souls. Everyone practically looks the same. When you die your skin automatically turns pale, and your eyes turn red. Your hair also turns an odd color. I never really figured out why. Mine used to be brown before I died. I like this life better. I’m not in any pain. I dont have to come home everyday and get beat.

Theres one other thing. When we get hungry. We tend to eat living things. Not people, but animals. Anything we see. Completely raw. Its actually been a while since i helped someone. I wonder if i could help anybody this time.

I crawl down from my usual spot, and head to the nearest town. Which is New York. Such a big city. I run into someone every time. As i start to head into the town immediately i was spotted by a burnett. Her eyes widened then she walks over to me. She was wearing a hoodie in 90 degree weather. She walks over to me

“Hello there I’m Patrisha. Pat for short. Are you real?” The young lady asked. She looked maybe about 19.

“I used to be.”

“Huh?” she looked at me confused.

“You see hun. I was murdered by my father in 1990, so im not alive. I can only see lost souls. Anyone who has depression problems, and looks like you're stuck with me for a while.”

Next thing you know she runs away. I let her go for a bit. Let her clear her head. I always know where shes at. Always. Shes like a little bug in my head. I can hear everything she does and hears. Sometimes shes loud sometimes I hear her sobbing. This time she was sobbing. I quickly zap to where shes at. Which makes it the first time i've zapped to her. She didn't scream, but she did cry even more.

“Who are you why wont you go away?!”

“I told you. I’m stuck with you till you feel happy for good.”

“But i am happy. I’m always happy.”

“Hun, i know everything about you. I know why you're sad, why you cut. I know everything.”

“prove it.”

“When you were 6 your mother died in a car accident. Drunk driver. Then your dad passed away from suicide. You lost your best friend to recent drama, and you miss her so much. You get bullied daily usually getting your head shoved in the toilet by Victoria, and Beth. Victoria beats you up everyday to the point where you come home and cut till you pass out. You live with your 70 year old grandma, because you can't get a job. No one will hire you.”

She stares at me in shock then begins to cry. She turns over and looks at me.

“Can you move things?”

“Well technically yes, but its only your stuff.”

“I'll never be happy.” She says as she lets out a small moan.

“Yes you will.”

“How do you know?”

“Because i can't leave till you are.”

I walk over to her closet grabbing the little baggie she keeps her razors in. She tries to grab me. Zap. I was gone before she could even get up. I used to feel just like her.

I look into the broken mirror in my room at the abandoned house. I can only see myself when i'm helping a lost soul. I dont know why, but its always been like that. I feel all the details in my face, so smooth and pale. My belly rumbles. Shit. I’m hungry. Going outside i see a small racoon rummaging through the old panels of the house. I zap to it then tearing into its flesh watching his body go numb. Better.

After I finish eating i zap to see what my dad was doing. I check up on him once in a while. Doing the usual. Being a faggot. All he does all day is sit in his chair and watch porn. Did i mention in the past 11 years he got married and had another child? Her names Emily. Hes still in the same old house where my decomposed body is in the back yard. His daughter is 6. I never see him hit her. He did once, but then he hugged her while crying. What a baby.

My fathers dead to me.