ᗰOᔕT ᑭᕮOᑭᒪᕮ KᑎOᗯ Tᕼᕮ ᗪIᖴᖴᕮᖇᕮᑎᑕᕮ ᗷᕮTᗯᕮᕮᑎ ᗷᕮIᑎG ᑭᑌᔕᕼᕮᗪ ᗩᑎᗪ ᖴᗩᒪᒪIᑎG. The problem is, most can't tell who pushed them. Not unless they know the hands that did it. Not unless they know each stroke, each line on the hands that are pushing. Unless they usually feel those hands as a lovers caress, not a murdering shove.
Hi, I'm Claire, and I was murdered, pushed down the stairs. Being the klutz I am---Was--- I got use to tumbles down the stairs. I guess that's why his story was so believable. He said I was at home alone and I fell... I guess my clumsiness is why he's out there. Why he's walking down the street like he owns it. Maybe that's why he put on a fake frown at my funeral before going to another woman's house. maybe...
Now the only thing standing between me and wherever it is I'm supposed to go is closure. I haven't been avenged, put to rest. I was murdered, but no one knows. Now you're probably thinking: why doesn't she just tell someone? Well, I'm a ghost!! So my biggest problem is how do I prove I was murdered?
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When Push Turns to Shove
ParanormalClaire is a normal girl, happily living her life. That is, until her boyfriend pushes her down the stairs and straight into the afterlife. Now Claire is stuck on the human plain as a ghost until justice is served. Claire has a problem at hand, ever...
