//Prelude

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They say that after death you find peace, reunite with lost friends and family and meet angels- I now know that isn't true, at least not for me.

Mind you I was never was completely alive I suppose, I could always relate to Hela of the Norse myths- Half Dead, Half Alive.

I didn't find out until I was around seven years old. I was playing in the village with the other children, at least I thought I was. It wasn't until later that night when the priest visited our small home that I realised I was different- no one else could see the children I was playing with. My mother tried to convince him that it was only my imagination like she had convinced herself but the names I called out during our game of tag were that of dead children, when asked to describe their faces they were that of dead children, dead children with dead lives.

Life went on like this, me alone with no one except the forgotten to keep me company, the unseen, the people who shone with a faint inner light and could walk through walls and furniture. I had become an outsider, nobody wanted to pay with the freaky kid, the boy who could converse with the souls beyond the grave.

I wanted so bad not to be different and outcasted and tried to fit in so hard to stop the torment from my family and peers, wanted to escape and leave the room I was locked away in unless for study at school- I found a way. Not the way I wanted, but I could escape, hide from my torment and I finally fit in- just with the wrong crowd.

A spectre form, wispy like my only friends, intangible and unseen, I didn't need to eat or go to the bathroom, I went into a trance rather than sleeping. I spent days in my spectre form at a time, just existing, not ageing. The longer I spent in my undead form, the more comfortable it came to stay until it reached a point where it was a chore to not be undead, with the wispy form as my natural state. I started to even not speak- like the dead, it was easier that way and more comfortable. I was unseen, unheard and uncared for.

I was simply a phantom boy.

//are you excited yet?

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