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I was at loss for words. I saw him laying there DEAD. You don't forget something like that. "That's impossible! I swear I was walking home and there was this awful smell-" The officer raised his hand to quiet me. "Here, come take a look. You may what to see." He beckoned his hand for me to follow. I close the door dumbfounded and follow him. There are cops everywhere and I start to feel small and helpless.

When we reach the tree house I have to put my hand over my nose again. "Don't you smell that?" I ask him. The cop seems perfectly fine, like it smelled like a rotting corpse wasn't sitting in my tree house. "Smell what?" He asks confused. I shrug it off and look up at the tree house. When I get up there I scream and fall. He's siting up now, smiling at me. Still very much dead, still very bloody. "Oh my God, Charlotte what happened?" A lady asks me pulling me up. "What...do you mean...he isn't there. He's there...all right." I breath heavily and the lady puts a hand on my forehead. "I think she needs some help." After that I'm being swept away in a cop car.
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I wake up screaming. I hear my bunk mate, Kate hit her head on the ceiling as she wakes up flailing her arms. I stop screaming and realize where I am. Breathing heavily I turn to see a very flustered, very angry Kate staring at me. Oh boy, if looks could kill. "What in the world is your problem?!" She yells throwing a pillow at my head. And here's my life. Sent away to a "special hospital" at the age of sixteen for seeing a dead guy. "Sorry... I just, had a bad dream," I mumble. "I swear Charlotte, I was moved in this room because Clair from down the hall almost killed me. And now I'm here being kept up all bloody night with your screaming!" Kate says flopping on her back.

"Hey! I could have been worse! At least I'm not trying to eat you," I say in my defense. "I would rather..." she mutters flipping over so she isn't facing me. I've only been here a year. I can't come back home until I stop having nightmares and seeing dead people. It didn't stop at the guy in the woods. I started seeing tons of them. In random places, at random times. Can you imagine, using the bathroom and suddenly there's a girl hanging in front of your face? I can.

But this place hasn't helped me. I'm as much of an outcast here as I would be anywhere else. No friends, no boyfriend, no life. Me and Kate have been making plans to escape for months. I'm excited because it's finally all come together. I laugh quietly to myself just thinking about it. In a couple days it's see ya suckers!

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