The other story:
Do you know how it feels like to have your house invaded every night, to have someone you don't know sleep in the same room as you, to be hunted and filmed without permission. Well I do. And let me tell you, being dead isn't easy either. All I want to do is enjoy the afterlife but noooo, I have "unfinished business" so I'm not allowed to leave my house. I've been dead for three years now and it has been tough. Apparently I need to leave the house I grew up in because some family is scared of me. All I try and do is have a normal conversation with these people like a decent entity and what do they do? Call the ghost killers or something like that. They have fancy equipment, cameras, and gadgets and what do they hear me say, out of my whole speech of what is wrong they hear me say the wife's name and they freak out. I guess it all worked out fine, the family moved out after that and I've been by myself for quite the while now. Being a ghost isn't what its all made out to be.
Grimm:
Why do I keep losing weight? I'm already ninety pounds, and everyone thinks I'm anorexic. My life is a nightmare, I eat, and eat, and eat and what happens, I lose more weight. My mom took me to the hospital a week ago and the doctors said nothing was wrong with me and eating but they wanted to run some tests and said the results would be in the mail today. Quick back story, my dad died when I was two and I didn't really know him, all through school I've been made fun of because I'm albino and I have red eyes, I don't go in the sun much because it hurts my eyes. I'm sixteen turning seventeen and I've been losing a lot of weight but I'm not anorexic or bulimic or anything of the sort. I'm also 6'2" if that matters. Back in the now, my mom just got my "lab results" as she put it on te mail. She read it to herself and then she started crying and rushed over and grabbed me. "What is it?" I asked. She told me that the results came back positive. "For what?" When she told me I thought It couldn't be that bad. She told me I had stage skin cancer, and that I would need treatment but the cancer isn't killing me. Somehow the only things its doing to me is whitening my skin and causing me to lose the weight. A week later we tried to go to the hospital but when I stepped outside and my skin contacted the sunlight my skin started burning. We realized that I was going to need something to protect my skin. The next day my mom brought home a bag with what looked like a coat. When she pulled it out it turned out to be a cloak like robe with a hood. We got to the hospital and I received treatment for about a year but nothing was damaging the cancer. I kept losing weight and now I'm 57 lbs and 6'4". My mother got me a cane because with the weight loss I lost a lot of muscle but could still walk sorta. My skin was paper white and my body looked,like a pile of bones but I wasn't dying. About a week later, my mom died. People say she died of stress but I know the real reason. Whenever wed go out I'd wear gloves to protect my hands, but one day I took them off and held my moms hand out of childish and memory reasons. When I did, she said her heart started hurting and she fell to her knees. I tried to help her but there wasn't anything I could do. I sat there and watch my mother die and it was my fault. I turned 18 that day and when it happened I wasn't sad, I felt like its what I was supposed to do. I've now been wandering for 3 years, taking the hand of people who I feel are the ones and then I sit by them as they slowly fade. My name is Grimm, and this was my story.
