This idea came from Ghost Whisperer, there are a lot of similarities in what the ghosts are like but I can't really make that kind of stuff up.

I own nothing twilight or ghost whisperer for that matter!

Prologue

My name is Isabella Swan, I am seventeen years old and I see dead people. I have always been able to see spirits; the ones who are earth bound and linger among us, unnoticed by most. They come to me and I try my best to help them. I have gotten used to the 'freakiness' of it all; the odd stares, the comments about how insane I am, but what I encountered back in my home town changed my life forever.

I lived in Phoenix after my parents got divorced. I was five years old when mom quit Forks and moved to the sun. I was happy, we both were, but I missed my dad a lot and I visited the most boring town in history every year to see him. Only for the past two years he visited me because my mom was sick and I couldn't leave as I was taking care of her.

My dad's name is Charlie, and he visited a lot. He knew she was dying, she knew she was dying, but I wouldn't accept it. I saw the dead every day, but I couldn't stand the concept of watching someone I loved die, even though I knew that they would be at peace when they moved on.

Of course the inevitable happened, mom got an infection and slipped away quietly in her sleep. I was there, I saw her spirit leave her body, she waited to say goodbye, but I begged her to stay, knowing it was selfish but I didn't want to lose her - she was my best friend and I would be lost without her. I knew she had to go, and I knew it wasn't right for her to stay but she reassured me she was okay, that it didn't hurt anymore and she had come to terms with her death. She went into The Light peacefully, but it was the hardest thing I had ever witnessed.

Charlie and I spent a month in Phoenix, getting everything there sorted out so I could move back to Forks with him. It was hard to say goodbye to my home town, but I was set to start my new life in the town I spent my summers in. I knew moving wouldn't mean leaving the spirits behind, I knew I would find more in Forks, or in actual fact they would find me.

However, I didn't realize that in the two years since I had left the small log town, that it would become so haunted. It was not only ghosts that settled in Forks.

It was another kind of dead.