Spectral Symbiosis

Okay, listen up. I know that you think of me as the typical ghost story trope; a tragically misunderstood girl who's written off as a weirdo by the rest of the world because she can see dead people. Then she meets a handsome ghost boy who helps her with whatever needs to be achieved in the plot, and the two share a heartfelt and touching goodbye when the ghost boy ascends to a higher plane of existence or whatever.

Well, no. That's not how this story goes. I'm not here to be a literary cliche. What happened to me has left me fucked over for life. Often times, I can't even tell if what I'm seeing is an actual ghost or just another hallucination. . .

If you want to read this, it's your choice. But I refuse to be labeled as another ghost girl trope. So leave your preconceived notions of me at the door, please, and read about how I almost caused the apocalypse.