Hey guys! I'm so sorry that I keep starting new stories! But what can I say? I just get so annoyed when an idea pops into my head while I'm watching T.V and I can't write it down and share. SO I promise this will be the last story I start to write until I finish at least one of my other ones.

Okay thank you for reading! Tell me what you think, and like I said I got this idea from watching a T.V. show called 'Being Human' the US version guys, I have yet to watch the other one but I'll get there.

So just a recap I do not own Maximum Ride or the idea that I borrowed from "being human"

Kay here it goes! Wish me luck!

Max

I felt like crying, like yelling out to the world that I was alive and well. And I tried, I tried to touch them and talk to them to have them feel me, but it was too late and they were gone.

For those of you who are confused and wondering, "what the hell is this psychopathic chick saying?" let's do a quick recap.

My name is Max, not Maxine or Maxi or whatever else you pull out of your pocket. I'm twenty-four years old and I will forever be that age.

Now for those of you in the back scratching their heads with the genuine WTF face going on, I will give you the reason why…because I'm dead.

Yeah that's right; I died six months ago in this house. You want to know the strange thing? I don't remember anything. All I know is I woke up on the floor to a sea of faces in my house mourning my death, not knowing that I was sitting there amongst them trying to tell them I was here.

Death…

It's a crazy concept don't you think?

I mean I had my whole life ahead of me, I was going to get married, get my college degree, travel and live happily with my husband. Did I get that? No!

This had happened six months ago and I had been stuck in this house since then having a one sided conversation with myself slowly sinking deeper into insanity. You want to know that sad part?

He's selling the house, Greg. The love of my life, the one I was supposed to marry. He is selling the house and me in it too. I saw him put up the sign, and take all his stuff out.

I was screaming and begging him not to and for a moment it seemed like he heard me, but quickly brushed it off.

I stood in front of the door blocking his way hoping and if there was some possible way, I could keep it shut and he would see me.

But he didn't and walked right through me and out the door, not even bothering to look back.

And for the first time, I felt like I actually died.

** A month later**

"So as you can see the house is in mint condition, and hasn't been lived in for quite a while. You go ahead and take a look around, I'll wait here by the door." I looked up to see Greg talking to two guys at the door.

I felt myself smile and head over, He let the two guys in to look around.

They looked nice enough, one was dark haired and tall. He had a very nice complexion, and grew silent as soon as he stepped into the house. He looked around cautiously and went up stairs. The other guy was a blondish hair color and crystal clear blue eyes. He went straight to the kitchen and started to look around.

I felt a pang of hurt as I heard the pots and pans being moved around, and I thought, I'll never be able to used that kitchen, to cook food for my family or even for myself…never

Hot salty tears sprang from my eyes as I continued to wallow in my own self pity.

I looked over at Greg who seemed to be troubled and started to talk to him,

"Hey sweetie, I know this is hard for you. And I just want you to know that I forgive you. I'm so sorry." I said trying to touch his hand, it went straight though and landed softly at my side.

Soon enough the guys came back to Greg and talked about the house,

"It's a great house! It has a nice big kitchen and the rooms are just the right size. And you said that the furniture here is included?" The blond haired one asked, I looked at Greg as he nodded.

"Yeah, everything you see is included." Both of the guys nodded and the dark haired one spoke up,

"I hope you don't mind my asking, but why is the house selling for so low of a price? And what's the hurry to get rid of it?" I looked at Greg as he tried to smile, but it came out more of a grimace.

"Another couple had been about to move in, they had their furniture here and thing when the girl died. He couldn't stand to live in this house with her things so he left." Greg looked away his eyes watering,

I wanted to wrap my arms around him and tell him that I was here and I loved him, but I couldn't.

The dark haired looked uncomfortable and the blond haired one said,

"Someone died in there!" he pointed at the house "Let's go Fang! I don't want it. I don't want to be living in a house walking around remembering that some lady died in my bedroom nope."

And I felt like punching him, I looked a Greg, the tears still forming in his eyes. He turned to them,

"That was my fiancé that you're talking about. Look I'm sorry that I'm in such a rush, but I can't stand to live here next to the constant reminder of what I could have had with her." I glared at the blond haired guy as Fang, I assume, smacked him on the back of the head and apologized for 'Iggy' being so heartless and that they would be glad to live here.

I felt my heart sink, as they made the deal and agreed to move in as soon as possible.

**Few weeks later**

I watch silently as them brought in the last boxes of their stuff and unpacked. I tried to steer clear of them for a while, just walking around the house and moping.

Right now they were in the kitchen talking about their jobs and eating. I decided that sitting on the old couch was getting rather boring and went up stairs to one of the empty rooms. When I heard it, everything was silent for a second and Iggy spoke up,

"Fang? Did you hear that?" more silence…

"I think someone in the house." I heard steps coming up the stairs and the door swung open.

In came Fang looking dead serious and Iggy hold a bat.

I rolled my eyes and thought, well they can't see me might as well have some fun.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, "boo!" and walk circles around them.

They literally jumped a foot in the air and stared at me.

"I am the ghost of Christmas past! You didn't leave cookies out, and Santa sent his worst revenge elf out to haunt youuuu." I said in a mysterious voice and stared cracking up at the look on their faces.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?" Iggy yelled at me and I froze.

"You can s-see me?" I looked at them with a mix of horror and happiness….

They can see me!

…..

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