I See Dead People
By: Ying Yang Wolf

Prologue

The moon shone brightly, this cold, windy night.

Of course the moon was always bright, but without the glow from all the lights around towns and cities, the moon was brighter and there were more stars.

However, where I am there isn't many lights anyway.

You see right now I'm in a graveyard.

That's right I'm in a graveyard in the middle of the night.

Why? You ask.

Because I have to find some ghost's grave, and then find his stash of money hidden ten spaces to the left of the grave.

Or so he says.

After I dig up this man's stash of money, I have to track down his descendents and give it to them.

It is amazing what some people hang around their after life just too make sure everything is ok.

Oh, I bet you're wondering how I know all this, aren't you.

You see ever since I was little kid I could always see, talk, and touch ghosts.

I'm what you would call a mediator.

A person who helps the dead move on to wherever they're supposed to go.

I would tell you where ghost's go after they're unfinished business is done, but I don't know.

I don't know if they go to heaven, hell, or are reborn.

Yep don't know any of it, and don't care that much.

All I know is that I have to help them otherwise they won't leave me alone.

Trust me I've tried.

However sometimes ghost's just won't leave, even if I can solve why they're staying, and that tends to get a bit rough.

Occasionally I'll have to just get rid of them myself, and every now and then I do get into fights with them.

Which is why at the age of 17, I now know most of the doctors and nurses at the hospitals pretty well, do to all my 'unfortunate' accidents.

Though I can't exactly tell them I broke my leg, arm, and finger. After fighting a victim of the Salem witches trials. Who happened to follow her decedents to my hometown.

All in all my being a mediator has basically been an unwanted event since the beginning.

Sure some of you might think it's cool but let me tell you it isn't.

First of all I sometimes have to sneak away in the middle of the night to help, fight, or do an exorcism.

And from this the police have brought me home at least a dozen times.

Also try going out to get a Big Mac at McDonald's, only to find some guy got killed in a car accident and if you can find out what happened, and tell the ghost, so they can stop wandering down the streets all confused, you can continue on your way.

And all you wanted was bite to eat.

But even though there are the bad things about the mediator thing, there are at least some good things.

Like that feeling you get after you've done something good.

For example telling a girl that her daddy loved her very much always brings a good feeling to your heart.

Anyway back to digging up some buried treasure.

Alas, a mediator's work is never done.

Hi I hope you like it. I know I'm supposed to be writing other fics but I just couldn't help it. Anyway this story is based on Jenny Carroll/ Meg Cabot's series "the Mediator". It really is a great series if you ever see it I highly recommend it. Anyway you know the drill Read and Review, please. Thank you. Happy Holidays.