Being dead.
Being a ghost.
I've always wondered of it, at lest at the most.
But now that I'm dead, and Im a ghost...
Let's just say it wasn't what I hoped for the most.
My name is Daniella Jackson, but when I lived, I was called Dannie. I'm 8, and I died when I was five. I'm still here, on earth. But no one can see me. Or hear me. Trust me, I've tried.
Right now, it's December. December first. I'm in London, and it's snowing. I can feel it though. I can touch it and feel it. Thinking about it, I'm just like a normal person, but no one can see me, or hear me. I'm just here.
I'm walking through the snow shivering. It's just another normal day. Alone. Alone. Alone. But I can do what ever I want. Sometimes, I scare people. I can do things. I can make it colder. I can give you nightmares. I can make you see things. I can control the weather. I can move things.
I can posses you if I like.
I could kill you.
But I won't. I've always been one with the ghost. When I was living, I was at a foster house. I was ghost girl, because I could see and talk and touch and hear ghost. They thought I was a freak. Then, I was killed. By a car, on the street.
And then, I was here. On the street. Alone. By myself. No one could hear me. I've been like that since I was five. Three years ago, so I'm used to it now. But I do get a little sad every once in a while as it dawns on me.
But hey, I'm dead. Get over it already.
I walked through the snow, flakes falling on my nose. I gave a little smile. People walked through me and shivered. I giggled as I made one man jump.
Sometimes.
being a ghost is just normal.
Well, at least..
For me.
Authors note; I like this. I really do. Beware of getting spooked, because then the next ghost could be you.
