PROLOGUE

Death is a peculiar thing. It can come out of nowhere and take someone totally by surprise, or it can slowly take over you as you wait for death to accumulate you. Now me, I am different. I do not fall under either of these categories. I did not die in a tragic car accident, nor did I die from a disease or old age that slowly ate me away. I chose to die. Yes, it was my choice. I killed myself. Life was just unbearable. So, I am now dead; a ghost. But for some odd reason I am stuck. Stuck right in the middle. I have not traveled to heaven or hell. I’m stuck on this plane. It is exactly like our world, but with nothing. No people, no animals, no life. It just has these large dark gray clouds that cover the sky all the time. I don’t know where to go. There is the occasional normal people who die, come, and move on real quick. But me, I’m not moving on and I don’t know why. All I know is that I am not totally alone on this plane. There are others, but they are not good. Their deep black eyes and dark powers do not comfort me in any way. There is one particular guy who seems to have a mad obsession of getting me and doing who knows what to me. He can’t kill me, right? I am already dead. But I have a feeling that he can do much worse to me, something worse than killing me. I need to stay away from him. But I can’t run forever, which is why I need to move on now. I’m running out of time. I can feel it. I need to move on, before it’s too late.