Ghost In The Horizon
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Last published Sat, Jun 6, 2015
My name is Kassey. Kassey Stevens to be precise. I died a few months ago in a terrible car crash.
I am now a ghost, walking around in a lost land with no meaning.
This is my story. The story of a ghost in the horizon.
Have you ever wondered what life is like after death? After your heart ceases to beat?
After a horrific car crash, Kassey wakes up to find that she's dead and that life has taken so many turns. Like most sixteen year old girls, she was just enjoying the small moments in life. Until now. Now she is a ghost, set apart from those she loves most.
What will her 'life after death' throw at her next?
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