Prologue

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They say if you really love that someone, you'll do anything for that special someone. And it sucks big time. I've been in my 20s for over a decade, lasting an eternity. Why? Well I'm dead actually. I'm not a zombie or a vampire though. I'm a ghost, you know like Casper the friendly ghost but not friendly in any way and not a ghost actually.

I live in this huge old house, a mansion in fact, I don't know but I love it here but at times it's so boring. This house is beautiful; glass chandeliers in every room, Gold pavements, black and silver wallpaper and intricate designed double doors. Lots of people lived here but never surpassed a month, not even a week. Why? I scare the hell out of them of course. Reason: they're annoying.

But now ever since they came into my life, everything changed.

"Stop it!"

"Get to the pool and take a bath! You reek!"

"Come after me!"

I rolled my eyes in pure annoyance. It's six in the morning and they're already at it.

"You're up early couz."

I sat on the living room couch across him and glared at him as smug look was plastered on his face.

"You're so grumpy you know that? Even from before. You're lucky we saved your ass."

I rolled my eyes and stared at the fireplace. The warmth touched my flesh. This feeling never gets old. It's really good to be alive again.

"Will you guys just stop?" he murmured upon entering.

"Where are they?"

"In the cemetery for her." He answered taking a sip of his coffee.

I closed my eyes and recalled the past few days I've been in hell. She saved my life. Now I don't know what my purpose is.

"We're back!" she shouted slamming the doors open. The loud thud echoed throughout the room.

My eyes widened. Why? Here?

"Miss me? You should stop with the drama." She grinned as the two walked behind her, smirking.

Now I don't know what my purpose is: To be tormented by her or to be loved.

I took a pillow and hid my face, groaning. I live in a mansion with few more people than my normal. Well, my life isn't normal.  They're not normal. We're not normal. We're the supernatural. The following chapters will be the story on how I met them, especially her.

Follow us in our journey in the hectic and dramatic world of the supernatural. 

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