Hello readers of this story, I would just like to take a moment to thank you for reading this. I would also like to say if you have read my story Secret, it may be a while before I update that. Anyway, this story has nothing to do with my story Secret, none of my stories will ever be related to each other unless I say otherwise. Anyway, thanks for clicking this story! I hope you enjoy it and please review! I wanna know your opinion! Anyway, this story might not seem like an Invader ZIm story right now, but it is. I will update soon!


It was a normal day...If being murdered is normal. Sorry, i'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Amy, and I was murdered. This is a story. My story. The story of how I was murdered. Your probably wondering how i'm writing this...well let's just say I had some help.

It was a normal day. I woke up and went downstairs for breakfast.

"Hi Mom!" I said sitting down at the table eating some toast.

"Hey honey, can you stop by the store after school and pick up some bread? We're almost out."

"Sure" I said finishing my toast and going to get ready for skool. After that I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door

"Bye, see ya later Mom"

"See ya later Honey"

I started the walk to skool. I stopped once to pet that stray chihuahua like I do everyday. It always seemed to like me, and I always brung it some scraps from last night's dinner.

After a while I had a strange feeling. Kinda like I was being watched. I shrugged it off and kept on walking. Soon I was halfway to school and I still had a feeling of being followed. The feeling got stronger until I just couldn't take it.

"Whoever's following me show yourself!"

Nothing. No response. Then I felt someone's breath on the back of my neck. I turned around. It was him. That horrible man. I could faintly remember him, but I knew it was him. The same guy who killed my dad. All the bad memories that my mind blocked came flooding back. I got tears in my eyes, my legs got weak, I could barely stand. I didn't know what to do.

"Your next" He said in a creepy voice. He took a large knife out of a pocket on the inside of his jacket. After he said that everything in the world stopped. It just stopped. Time paused for what seemed like an hour, but I knew it was only meere seconds. I coudn't move. I was frozen. I saw him try to grab me, I ran, I just ran. I ran like the world was ending. I ran faster then humanly possible. I didn't know where I was going, I just ran. After a few minutes of running I saw a house. I ran up to that house and banged on the door tears in my eyes.

"HELP! OPEN THE DOOR! HE'S AFTER ME! HE'S GONNA KILL ME! SOMEONE PLEASE!"

He walked up behind me and took out his knife. There was nothing I could do now. I was screwed.

"Help" I whimpered out one more time.

He lifted the knife, and brung it slicing through the air coming straight torward me.I felt it go slicing through my head, then I saw a light.

What I was going through was insane! As soon as he sent that knife through my head I instantly died, but as soon as everything went dark I saw this really bright light...brighter then anything you could ever imagine...I thought to myself "Just like in the movies" as I walked torward the light...It seemed like I was walking for hours when I saw a tunnel. The tunnel also had a bright light at the end of it. I didn't know which way to go. Me being the adventurous and daring me, I went through the tunnel. It was REALLY dark in there, but I could see a light at the end! I kept walking or a few more hours. When I reached the end everything went blury. The next thing I know i'm back in front of the same place I was murdered. Except it was late in the afternoon and there were police all over the place. Crime tape was up, and my mom was talking to a policemen crying.

I looked around, I saw my dead body on the ground. What was going on? I saw the family that lived in the house I was murdered in front of. They were also talking to the police. There was some kid who had a black trenchcoat. I couldn't really tell what he was saying, but I think it was something about the possibility of ghosts...ghosts? I looked at my hand. It was transparent. I knew immediently what was going on.

I had died. And I was a ghost.