I can feel him.... I know he's here. I can see my breath and the little hairs on my arms are standing and my body is covered in goose bumps. What does he want!? What do THEY want!? I'm sick and tired of seeing dead people, why can't I just be normal like everyone else!? "WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" I yell, pulling my hair in frustration. "You." I hear a voice whisper behind me.