The human is not like one you're ever going to meet. Some could say they aren't even human, but don't let that fool you. Their name? Audite. Strange name, I know, but it's none of my business to explain her parent's decision to you.

It's not like she wanted this power, and it's not like she could control it well, either. Walking down the street, the voices of those past haunt the child's mind. It's so cold all the time, but she's grown used to it. Everyday is the same. Same bullies. Same home with a drunken father and a missing mother. Same streets with name calling and taunts. It isn't their fault, but nobody cares.

It wasn't until she ran away that she felt happy. The only voices thrown at her were the ones telling her to keep going. She had almost nothing. A small satchel with a red and green jacket, though she didn't think she'd need it in the summer. Her diary was in the front pocket, and a small zipper back with her frayed toothbrush and small comb. She left the city, and ran through the forest. She fell multiple times, only to stand back up and continue on. She will not give up. The entire forest pushed her on…

That is, until she fell. She screamed the entire way, landing softly on a bed of flowers. She stared up at the sky far above. It was so dark, no wonder she hadn't seen the hole. Or perhaps she did, I don't know. Perhaps she had meant to kill herself, but who knows. The stars far above where barely covered by the trees.

She saw no way to climb out the way she came, so she walked through the corridors… until she came upon a small bed of flowers in the next large room. A flower sat in the center, he seemed to be crying.

"Hello?"

The flower turned to her, it's face was slightly cut and his stem was covered in dust.

"What's going on…?"

To be honest, this isn't the strangest thing the child has seen. From the voices of long dead people, she knew many things. She knew of wars that had long since become a fairy tales. But there were no ghosts here, nobody had died naturally here. At least, no human.

The medium knelt beside the flower, but he just sank below the ground. No trace of him was left behind, but she still patted the earth and looked around for him. She hesitantly continued her search. She passed puzzles that had been solved, or swam through the moats beside the ones she couldn't. Soon, she came to a pile of dust. She would've walked past it if something hadn't stopped her. A voice, one she knew was from somebody long passed.

"What are you?" Surprisingly, it was the voice that asked and not the human. She turned around to the ghost of a child, about her age. Nine, maybe ten. The ghost had bright red eyes and a striped sweater, but the human couldn't tell the color. Ghosts are just black, white, and greys. Eyes were special, the told the color of the soul.

"My name's Audite, but everybody calls me Dice for some reason."

"Isn't that Latin?"

Dice gave a small smile. She quickly changed the subject, though. She was about to ask, but was quickly cut off by the ghost before her. As the ghost stared into Dice's brilliant green eyes, they told her to place her hands over the pile of dust.

It confused Dice, but she did it anyways. Soon, a new ghost hovered around her, a frog with white eyes and blue light dripping off its chin. Dice didn't know how to react. The monster couldn't have died long ago, because it was glowed so bright it was barely transparent. And the fact that the tears were blue...well, it meant he was innocent. He wasn't the attacker, either, because the tears fell from his chin and hit the floor with a silent "pang".

"How did you die?"

"A human, a lot like you, fell from the surface. I was the first monster that they attacked, and I was not the last."

"The human is still down here, too." The ghost child was floating on her back, her arms crossed against her chest.

"Are still killing?"

"Yes."

Dice tried to ask more questions, but the frog didn't know the answers, and the child refused to look at her let alone answer the questions. She wondered quietly if the child had been killed by the human too, but their light wasn't bright like the frog's. It was like a towel had been draped over a light. Every once in awhile they would flicker and nearly disappeared altogether.

"Let's go. By the way, what may I call you?" Dice walked on with the child floating alongside me. Dice looked everywhere except at the ghost. Maybe they didn't even know, but they'd been drawn from their haunting spot by her. Dice had that effect on ghosts. She entered a genuinely haunted place once, only to leave with an old ghost stuck to her after she accidentally found its body.

"Chara. Or Steve. Or sometimes even John. I guess it depends on what they want to call me."

"Who?"

"The human that's been killing everyone down here."

"Um...okay." She just continued, talking with every dusted monster she came across. She could feel them all link to her body just like the old ghost had. She had begun putting them into the small bag she had put her toothbrush in when she left. A candy dish that had fallen from the pedestal. Soon, the two humans (if you count the ghost) came to a "bake sale" for spiders. They had no gold, but begged the spiders for a empty jar. It was labeled "Spider Sider." It held a small amount of dust, a pinch each.

"What about I call you Abi?

"Um...sure? It doesn't really matter." Abi it is. They turned over and leaned towards the wall, hiding their face from Dice.

"Oh, okay." The girl leaned down over two piles of dust, then asked politely to talk with them. One of them was to frightened to speak, the other communicated through hip movements. Dice had fun with the jello-like monster before adding a bit of dust to the jar and waving good-bye.

She was enjoying this. She had only ever gotten along with the dead. They were the only ones who understood her. None of the living seemed to understand or listen to her.

"I want to help them move on."
"What, why?" Abi finally turned to face Dice. They had a surprised sort of look to them, but they soon shook it off and laid on their back, staring at the ceiling.

"Why wouldn't I? Don't you want to rest?"

"I was at rest."

Dice stopped in her tracks and stared after Abi. The ghost was stopped and sat up to face her. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"But I thought that, once a person was at rest, they could never be woken up."

"I'm a special case. Now, can we please get going?" Dice was reluctant, but agreed anyways. She wanted to know, she had to know. Why was Abi so distant? Dice had known a ghost once that had been trapped in the house for centuries, unable to leave. The ghost had become bitter and angry, taking its anger out on the people who moved in.

Dice shivered, fear crawling up her back. Was Abi going to turn out that way?

Hey, hope you liked it. So, the idea for this story was Abigaming (congrates if the ghost kid's name makes sense to you now) and I want to give her a thx. Give her a round of applause everybody! I'll post...Thursdays?