A/N So this fic was thought of during a case of Severe Writers Block during the early days of my account I tried my hardest to get a idea so i thought up something random out of my head
Prologue
Jacob Black's Demise
1953
A young boy with Jet Black Hair wearing a leather jacket was standing by a road he crossed the street when suddenly he was hit by a truck
He died in the hospital
"Mom! I'm here" Jacob said
He got no response
"Hello! can you hear me" Jacob Said
Jacob quickly realized that he was floating and he was transparent
"I'm dead" Jacob said
"And I couldn't even say goodbye to my friends" he sighed
Jacob left the hospital and wondering if there was anyone who could see him
Eventually he got bored and decided to cause some mischief around town
"There's definitely a ghost possessing that Trash can" Someone Said
As they saw a trash can wobbling and moving on it's own
"It must be the ghost of Jacob Black he just died recently" Someone else said
Jacob quickly flew out of the trash can
Going somewhere else