Prologue:
You could say I have a gift. But thats not how I would word it. To me, its a nightmare. It killed all my hopes. It killed my dreams. It killed me inside.
It started after the accident. My mom was driving me home from the hospital. Then I saw him. He was looking over something. He saw me and then I saw the thing he was looking over. It was a white cross with flowers around it. I looked at his face, it was a bloody mess. He looked like he just got back from a boxing ring. When I blinked, he was gone. When I looked to the right, he was there, in the car with me. I could feel my heart drop, right then and there; I thought I was dead. I was fourteen, I had just lost my dad, and had no clue what was happening. I could have been better off dead then alive. My only hope was that I was dreaming, but I knew I wasn't.
I'm seventeen now, and I see things like that daily. When I do try my hardest to look away, but I can't. They need help so I help them. Hate it when they come for help, I don't want to help them but I have to. Some can't remember how they died and some are just trying to get justice. Justice for their families justice for them.
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Ghost Whisperer
HorrorGrace is the kind of girl that does what she wants when she wants. But what people don't know is that she has a gift. A gift to see and hear ghosts. Then one day she meets a girl ghost named Beth, that needs her help to find her killer. But when try...
