"Hey, I'm Noah. Who are you?" he said, and that was how it started, how we started as small children in the playground. "You look like an angel. Your eyes. They are so pretty. I love your eyes. I wish my eyes were like that. You're beautiful..." And that was how I fell in love with him the same day. And, now I'm with him. Ten years after all of that, we are together. But the problem is the fact that I want to die. He deserves so much better. He deserves someone better than me. But what happens around us will change everything. From me as a person, to the world around us. This is how we got out forever and always...

→Slayer rule #1: Never fall in love with the target you're meant to kill.

You know what? If you decided to click on this story then go ahead and read on. It's your life your risking. A lot of people will tell you having a Pet is awesome or really cool because they will do anything you ask of them, plus they have flawless looks too. Well from my experience it's anything BUT I mean do you have to ever face annoying killers? Gotten your ass handed to you by a little girl? Maybe, there is some plus to this Pet thing anyway. I have amazing agility, superpowers, model looks, and a brain to match. Plus, I curse like a motherfudg- you get the idea...but get this from me, It. IS. NOT. WORTH. IT. Imagine knowing your whole existent is created for someone's gain, and twisted desire. Just be careful ok? Don't go blabbing what you read here to all of your friends. You want to read on anyway? Fine, I welcome you to the Pet Project.

What's the worst that could happen if you hit your head: a scar? humiliation? Hah, you guys have it easy. You see, a while ago, I made the mistake of taking a midnight excursion in the town cemetery, which, sadly, is my hangout of choice. I ended up on the run from a couple of psychos who thought they were demon hunters. Trying to save my ass, I knocked myself out when my skull collided with a tree limb. When I came to, I was surrounded by ghosts. Not the cool, horror-movie types. No, I got stuck with the lame, flirty, obnoxious ones. Being the trouble-magnet that I am, I'd somehow fulfilled an age-old prophecy, and the title of 'Keeper' was thrust upon me. So now, I have to deal with ghosts, killer migraines, other creatures of the night AND school!! Great! The question remains: Will I ever get to live a normal-ish life again? Will the undead stop being so annoying? Why was I chosen in the first place? And why am I making my life sound like a cheesy sit-com? Well, I, Riverbrook Simons, Keeper of the Somerville Cemetery, invite you to the town of Somerville, where all the weird stuff happens. Welcome to my not-so-ordinary teenage life. Happy haunting!