Anonymous

This is a trashy story I wrote when I was twelve. Thought I might post a few chapters.

There are people in the world you see.
But don't really notice.
Oh, but they notice you. They know everything.
These people are ghosts.
And I am one of them.
Hello. I don't think I introduced myself properly. My name is Anonymous. And you will never know who I am.

Sometimes things don't go quite as Death plans. People get hit by cars, or fall off cliffs. People get shot in the head. People shoot themselves in the head. But when you die before your time, (lucky you!) you get turned into a ghost who does Death's bidding. Whether it be getting his coffee, or sending someone to their timely death, you do what he says. No detours.
Well... That doesn't always work out.