hey, a new story! I really need to just finish the ones I've started but I have a mind of my own! ;) So this is based off of a somewhat true story (my own somewhat true story I might add) and i thought it would be cool to use that experience.

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Trixie laid on her bed looking around the semi dark room. She gasped when she saw eyes looking at her from her supply cabinet. She walked towards it slowly then swung the door open and jumped back. "Just a hot glue gun." She mumbled climbing back in bed. She laid there looking around the room, the people on her posters seemed to be closing in on her. She flipped over on her stomach so she wouldn't have to look at them anymore. Then she saw two shiny, black eyes staring up at from behind the bed, she squealed then realized it was a Teddy bear.

"What has gotten in to me?!" She said aloud to fill the eerie silence. "Why do I feel so paranoid?!"

"I don't know." She heard a voice say she whipped around to see a man standing her room. She has never seen him before, he pulled out a knife. She screamed as she felt the pain piercing her chest then everything went black.

Trixie's POV

"What happened?!" I jumped up off the floor, it looked like I was surrounded by prism-y light yet somehow I was standing on it. Then a man, who seemed to just be glowing light, walked up to me out of nowhere. He just smiled kindly like he knew everything in the world and the answers to all my problems. He never moved his mouth but it was like I heard him in my head.

"Trixie, you will be going back to earth soon because you have yet to fulfill your destiny. You have left something undone, unchanged and you must fix it." Then everything disappeared in the blink of an eye and I was lying on the floor of my bedroom. There were policemen and people walking through my house and looking at things. Then I looked over to a man bending over my dead body. I screamed at the horrid sight but nobody seemed to hear me. I got up in people's faces and I screamed in their ears nothing seemed to work. Finally I picked up a vase and smashed it on the floor. Everyone looked at the vase curiously then looked around the room and went back to their little tasks. I walked over to the mirror and I didn't see myself in it, I'm a ghost!

I left my house feeling very strange. I soon found that people could just walked right through me but if I grabbed them or something like that I was actually holding them but they couldn't see anything. I probably freaked out a lot of people. I then started to realize how fun this could be. I could go anywhere and do anything I wanted and nobody could stop me or hurt me or anything! I wondered if maybe I could fly but I sort of chickened out. I continued walking down the street and soon I passed abbey road studios. I stopped and smiled, the Beatles are probably in there! It would be like my own private concert and they wouldn't even know I was there! I could just walk right in and no one would be the wiser!

I walked right through the door, past the secretary and into a recording room. Lucky me I didn't have to check the other ones this was it Paul and John were sitting right there! I got closer and finally convinced myself to sit down next Paul. Then he stopped what he was doing and looked around the room with a weird look on his face.

" 'ey John?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you have that creepy feeling?"

"What's that supposed to mean, macca?!" John chuckled.

"Nothin'." Paul went back to tuning his bass as Ringo walked in.

" 'ello lads!"

" 'ey Ringo." Paul and John muttered at the same time. They finished getting set up when George finally walked in, he was probably my favorite. It wouldn't be long before they would start recording!

"Paul, why'd yuh bring your girlfriend 'ere?" George stared at me, he could see me! He turned around to get out his guitar.

"What are you talking 'bout?!" Paul looked up at George like he was crazy.

George turned back around. "That girl sitting righ-" he stopped. I had gotten up and hidden behind some equipment.

"Haha Georgie's imagining birds! Getting lonely boy?!" John laughed and George frowned.

How come George is the only one who can see me?