Amelie Amnesia

A guy like me wouldn’t be found in a ghost story. A guy like me wasn’t fazed by well, nearly anything. It was hard to gain a rise from me, it was hard to get me to believe in something that couldn’t be proven with logic. After-all, I had the imagination of a crappy pop song with 12 or less words in total repeating like a broken record. So the thought of someone like me being superstitious was next to nothing. After-all Ghosts didn’t exist, they were figments of peoples imaginations.
Or at least, that's what I thought. Until, one fateful day when I met Her.
Amelie, the ghost with no memories.
No recollections of what happened, who she was.
other than her first name and a small faded scar on her left wrist..
No, she didn't turn me into a "better man." If anything, she turned my simple existence into a hellish whirlwind...
Sometimes, Ignorance really is bliss.

Sometimes, it's better not to know what lurks in the shadows, or the cracks in the walls.

and sometimes memories are better left forgotten.

Unless, you're me.
Beck

and the closest thing you have to a "real friend" is a sassy ghost with a chip on her shoulder.
I guess sometimes the most unlikely candidates become a hero
or in my case,

are haunted until they scream uncle.