Prologue: My Name Is Ashley Davies
The fog descended over the campus, so thick that visibility was hard to even come by. The cool air bit into my skin, but I didn't feel it. I rarely did these days. Who cared about a little visibility when you know the truth? This wasn't fog, not by a long shot. Everywhere humans saw what they call 'fog,' there were ghosts. Not just one or two, here and there. No, hundreds of them. The worst part is? I could see their faces, watch their mouths twist into silent screams, hear their shrieks of despair…
I moved here to try to avoid the mass populations in LA. I'm now residing in a cozy little place in Ohio away from the shrinks and away from the school who witnessed my earlier years firsthand.
I huddled further into my jacket and tried to get away from the Ohio autumn air as I walked to school. The unfamiliar sound of leaves crunching under foot reminded me just how far I was from home. Maybe it should have bothered me more than it did.
"You can see me," came an accusatory voice. I looked up to see a somewhat shadow of a person, not quite transparent, not quite solid. "You can see me! Give me my life back! Give me it back! You stole it! I should be living now and not you!"
I ran as fast as I could away from the voice, away from the fog filled with hundreds of ghosts.
"I am Ashley Davies, and I see ghosts."