"W-where am I?" I ask the beautiful blond haired boy in front of me. He chuckles "If I had a dollar for every time I heard that one.." "So... Where am I?" As much as I appreciate his cute one liners, I really need to know what was going on. "Your dead," he says "And your a ghost. And ghosts are real. And I'm your 'spiritual tour guide'. So, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but your going to be spending a lot of time with me." He cracks a smile. Maybe that won't be so bad... *** Mild language, innuendo, and violence. I'll give a warning if anything more than that is in a chapter. This is one of my first stories so please excuse any grammar errors. I hope you enjoy! Edited 8/19/17
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