Well my life was perfect. I had the perfect boyfriend, perfect parents perfect everything. But, like I said before, it was, I had.
I miss feeling, being seen, being heard, living. I can't feel pain anymore, but they do. They are still in danger, they still live in that house. That house is what killed me. I wish there was a way for me to show them I'm still with them; that they need to leave that house before they suffer the same fate I did, death.
Communicating with living things isn't as easy as they make it look in the movies. They can't see me or hear me. Every time I try to pick something up no matter how hard I concentrate I can't it just falls right through my ghostly hand so, that checks leaving a note off the list.
There's just one my catch, I have until the new moon.
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New Moon
ParanormalI loved my life, my friends, my family, my school, even my little brother although I hated to admit it. The only thing that I didn't love about my life was that house; I always knew there was something wrong with that house, more specifically someth...
