Yay! I haven't written anything in a week and I was getting bored XD so I drew up a map that lead to this book. I probably over thought the set up, but it's important for the plot so it might be helpful to look at it :) go to my profile to get the link

I opened my eyes and I couldn't feel the rain, but I could hear it and see it. It was all around me, falling down from grey clouds above me. I tried to move, stand, sit up, do anything but I couldn't. I tried again, but once again nothing. I layer there, looking up at the clouds, watching the trees sway in the wind I couldn't feel wondering everything that there is to ever wonder. Why can't I feel anything? Why can't I move? What's wrong with me? I look around more, and find that I can move my eyes now. Where am I? How did I get here? Why am I here?

Then it hit me, the real important question, who am I? I don't know anything about who I am. My name is just at the tip of my tongue, but I can't seem to remember. Then, without even trying, I stand up. I don't know why but I can't move if I try and I can move if I don't try. Logic seems to be missing here.

I see that I'm on the side of a river. Looking down at my reflection I see a boy with slightly long blonde hair, purply-blue eyes, thin wire rim glasses and a red hoodie. This must be me, but I don't recognize it. What's going on?

The rain has made it overflow onto the bank and almost onto the road. I try to go the the road without trying. I go slowly but I get there. Following the white side line, I walk down the road until I get to an intersection. I turn right and walk down that strew for a bit. I keep tuning at random streets and walking down them to find other streets that pull me in. Eventually I happen upon a house, it's big, and surrounded by an expansive, and now puddle filled, yard.

I walk up to the house because I feel drawn to it, more than the other surrounding houses in the residential neighbor hood I found myself in. It's a dark green three story tall victorian with a wraparound porch. The window shutters are black, but one is missing on the second floor. I look closer, and suddenly I'm in front of the window. I look down and I'm floating a few inches above the porches roof!

My heart sinks. I know what's going on. I should have known. I'm dead. I'm a ghost. I'm just some dead guy… who was drawn down many streets to a certain house. Maybe I've come back for a purpose or else what am I here for? I close my eyes, and luckily they aren't see-through like the rest of me, and I pass through the wall into the house.

When I could no longer hear the sound of the downpour outside I knew I was inside but I still didn't want to open my eyes. I don't want to be a ghost, walking through walls and haunting houses. I want to remember who I am and live again!

Then I hear glass smash and I snap my eyes open. In front of me is what looks like a cross between a sophisticated laboratory and the halloween section at Walmart. On the far side of the 'L' shaped room I see a short man with a green cloak on gawking at me with a smashed vile at his feet. He has bushy dark brown eyebrows that are raised to the edge of his messy blond hair in shock. It's like he's never seen a ghost before.

He muttered something I couldn't hear, and I accidentally id my ghosty moving thing, so I was right in front of him. He jumped back and hit a pedestal holding a thick old book. I look at him, the book and the viles. I deduce that he must have been the one to summon me, but I wan to be sure.

"Did you bring me back?" I ask him.

He nods slowly, "I think so, but I've never actually… been successful… before now."

"Oh." so he wasn't an experienced wizard, but he must have done it for a reason right? He wouldn't just raise up the dead for fun… right?

"I didn't think It would work. I've read up on it, and how it worked hundreds of years ago, but nowadays… I can't believe I did it." he just seemed in awe of me for some reason. Di I know him before I died? What if he's my dad or something and he expects me to remember him?

"Did you know me before I died?" I asked

He tilted his head slightly, "Do you not remember?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I don't remember anything. I don't even know who I am."

"Oh. Oh dear." he said, his eyes widening. He ran behind his pedestal and flipped back a few pages. "It said that spirits sometimes loose their memories, it says it right here! I really shouldn't have skimmed the intro." he groaned, "I just didn't think I was that powerful… and now I've used all my powers up for a while… and I'm not sure I can send you back."

"What?" I didn't get it. He didn't think he could do it, he didn't think he was that powerful, but he tired anyway without reading through what could happen? Why would he do that?

"I'm sorry, I was just doing this so I could tell my… friend that I tried and that it doesn't work. I thought I would fail, but I didn't and, and, and now I don't know what to do." his cloak billowed around him as he slumped down against the wall, his head in his hands.

I looked down at him. I wanted to yell at him, to make him get me my memories back or send me back to wherever I was brought from. Yet I couldn't. I was angry, but at least I get to "live" for a bit longer. I should go out and make the best of it.