Enter Ghosty
Chapter 1

"So I died no biggie right? No, of course not, why would it be? No, no, no, no…my self denial is slowly wearing away. OMG. It's a biggie. I DIED, for god's sake (mind you I'm not religious at all, I don't believe in what I don't see!) Oh, wait. I don't believe in what I don't see? I see myself crystal clear, in my black cargo, green Adidas, and Hurley T shirt, in front of the mirror. WTF? I looked harder in the mirror to see my closet behind me. Actually my eyes were focused on my stomach. But instead, I saw…a closet? HUH? Holding up my hands, I could see through it. Dear God (am I becoming religious now that I died?)! I DIED! I half wondered how many times I would have to remind myself. Okay, fine, I'M DEAD! Happy? The truth hurts. So, now that I'm through with the fact that I…died, where the hell is my body? Turning ever so slowly, fearing that my dead body would be alive, I saw myself lying on my bed. I don't remember having red bed sheets… bed sheets? Man, even after I died, I'm stupid. OMG! RED BED SHEETS! I let out a scream, and floated towards my body. I almost threw up[can dead people throw up?, for my body was badly abused, hacked, slashed, cut, cruelly—I think I made my point clear.

I was still analyzing my body (as sick as that sounds), when I heard a familiar voice coming up the stairs. No, no, no! Don't come in! You can't! Floating as fast as I could (not that fast actually), I tried locking the door. But of course, my hand slipped right through the door knob. I watched with horror as the knob slowly turn. Then BAM! The door swung open. Man, if I was still solid, it would've hurt like hell.

'NO NAME?!' SHIT! DAMN! FUCK!

'C-Chiyo! Get out of my room, NOW!' I stupidly waved my arms, while screaming on top of my lungs, only to get ignored by my little sister. All I could do was watch my little sister, walk slowly to my bed. Her small cute face scrunched up in confusion, trying to process the scene. Then her eyes widen. What I feared has begun. She screamed. Oh boy did she scream, screamed like a…mother losing her kids. Wait, Chiyo did lose her sister, me, so DUH! Again I tried communicating with her; only this time I got a scream in the face. Chiyo put her hand, through my face, and touched my body. I cringed when I saw red staining her fingertips.

Then, 'MOOOOOOOOOM!' I jumped back in shock, and landed myself in the middle of my dead body. Realizing my position, I floated upwards, while furiously getting blood off me. Suddenly I stopped, remembering that I can't get stained. The fact that I'm a ghost is still unnerving.

'Chiyo, what are you--' my mother. Dear loving mother. I watched with sad guilt as her beautiful healthy, rosy face went from pale to white. She screamed too. GAWD! The girls in this family can hit some really high notes, I tell you.

Next, I heard loud stomps coming up the stairs and a deeply annoyed voice, 'What is the fuss? My--' My father[daddy, whom I call sweetly, stop mid-sentence. The newspaper slipped from his grasps and fell to the ground with a swish, the only sound in this room. Luckily, my daddy is a manly man, he did not scream, but ran towards Chiyo and covered her eyes. Murmuring in her ears, 'Shh, it's okay, sweety. Shh, nothing's happening, and so on and so forth.' Psh, yea, right. Everything is A-OK. Nothing happened, just your bloody daughter on the bed. Mhmm, oh yea. After that, I don't feel like explaining any more. Now that I'm done with my solemn history, any more questions?"

"Hn. You sound pretty happy for a ghost. That's unusual." said a boy about, fifteen, I presume, with black hair, EMO style.

"Why thank you. I was, and still am, an optimistic person, or ghost, or eh." I watched with amusement as the boy put his headphones on and lay on my bed. I like this guy. "Oh yea. What's your name, EMO?" EMO, my nickname for the boy.

"Tch, Sasuke?" Then the boy frowned, something was amiss to him. Looking at me, the boy asked, "What's your name?" Looks like this EMO here is pretty sharp. He must have noticed I didn't mention my name through out the whole story. Nice...

"Ghosty. Just call me Ghosty."

wee. i'm done. yay - 3-