Kat could still hear the screaming. She didn't understand how something that only she could see, everyone else could too. How had she done it?

In the months that passed people would taunt her, calling her "séance" and spreading rumors that she conversed with the devil. It was enough to drive any teenager to tears.

Year's later things hadn't changed much. She could still see the spirits, but she had learned how to control her other ability; making them visible and tangible.

Because her peers had virtually rejected her, Kat made friends with their guardian angels, haunted house spirits, and graveyard lingerers. She would sit in front of their headstones; trace their names that were carved into stone. And then they would just appear.

She had heard of Devil's Night. She had even seen the destruction that preceded Halloween. Most of all she had heard of Eric Draven and Shelly Webster; the double homicide that was supposed to be a simple arson.

Kat avoided conversing with them, stayed away from their headstones as much as she could. Souls that died in such agony often brought that pain with them, wherever they went.

She didn't mind the rain. It rained all the time in the city, but she never let it stop her. Indeed she sat in the mud, cross legged in front of a headstone 5 feet away from Eric and Shelly. She sat silently, tracing the letters of the headstone. G-E-O-R-G-E R-O-B-E-R-S-O-N. She felt the wind pick up, bringing the cold raindrops into her face, stinging her cheeks.

Her concentration was broken by a cry from 5 feet away. She turned her head to see a rather large crow pecking at Eric Draven's headstone. She cocked her head curiously and crawled over. The bird didn't stir.

Of course in order to gain control of her powers Kat had to do research. She read all the myths and legends connected to death that she could. She knew that some people believed crows could bring souls back to gain revenge. She knew what the crow was doing, and her heart began to pound.

Should she run? Getting stuck in a moment like this, especially with her abilities, could be disastrous for her.

She turned to crawl away but the crow cawed loudly, leaping off the tombstone and perching on her leg.

The ground below her, where Eric lay supposedly dormant, began to shake. The crow cried again, this time louder. The way the bird looked at her, it was almost like he needed her help. Incidentally she could feel her arms and legs vibrating, almost like they were humming.

"No," she told the bird, shooing him from his perch on her knee. "I can't," she continued, trying to stand. But as she got to her feet the ground shook again, making her fall.

The crow perched on her, yet again, but this time it pecked her, making her cry out. "Fine!" she yelled exasperatedly, and this caused the crow to leave her, perching on the headstone.

Kat got to her knees shakily, since the ground was still trembling. She placed her hands on the ground so that she was on all fours like a cat or a dog. Almost straight away her vision blacked out, and she saw a singular white figure, curled up in a ball seemingly in agony. It was Eric, she just knew it.

Her chest began to feel tight and she knew it was her power building up. As her chest got tighter she could see a white light surrounding Eric, but also, it was harder for her to breathe. Gasping for air she focused as much as she could, try to bring him to this life.

After a moment she couldn't breathe at all and she felt herself getting light headed. But the ground beneath her shook more violently this time and she could feel herself being lifted. The tightness in her chest released and she rolled onto her side, at the same exact moment the top of the coffin flew off, revealing Eric as he climbed to this earth.

Kat lay there gasping, with the rain falling in her face. Her arms and legs were muddy but she didn't care. There wasn't much she could do about it at this moment anyway. When the spinning feeling had left her body she sat up, just in time to see Eric clinging to a tree branch as the crow cawed and flew over to him. It worked.

She got to her feet, stumbling for a moment before finding her footing. She extended a hand out to him, shaking from cold that had just set into her body. He looked at her for a moment like she was a hallucination, like all of this was some sort of dream.

Finally he took her hand, surprisingly warm against her chilled flesh. She grasped his hand tightly and brought him through the alleys. She paused where the crow had paused, and noticed a pair of boots in a dumpster just next to him. She pulled them out of the dumpster, handing to them and leaning against the brick wall of the alley while he pulled them on. Her hands were wrapped around her middle and she was shivering heavily.

They continued to his building, Kat leading the way still, but stumbling as much as he was on his unsteady legs. Instead of bringing him the back way however she brought him through the front door. The crow cawed in objection but she ignored it. She didn't think she could make it, climbing up the ladder and then across the roof. She was unsteady on her own two feet and dying just wasn't on her agenda.

They came to his door, and Kat pulled off the crime scene tape and pushed open the door. She lingered at the doorway while he stumbled in.

Kat's vision began to get blurry as the cold water began to evaporate on her skin and clothes, making her colder still. After a few moments and some cries from inside things went quiet. Dizzy and shaking Kat pushed her way inside gently, almost hesitantly.

Eric stood by the large window, wearing a black shirt and black pants, and of course the boots. What startled her was the makeup. Striking white Kabuki makeup and contrasting black lipstick with extended smile lines. And then there were lines over his eyes which were heavily made up as well. The lines were vertical, almost like they were reaching for his jaw and hairline.

"You helped bring me back," he said in a deep voice.

Kat nodded, which was a bad idea because she began to sway dangerously. With grace that a dead person shouldn't have, he stepped forward and caught her just as her legs gave out. Still, he was surprisingly warm against her cold flesh.

"You're freezing," he said, almost like he was simply making an observation. He lifted her up into his arms and brought her into the bedroom, laying her in the bed and placing the covers over her.

The last thing she saw before passing out was his made up face and thinking, that normally it would scare her, but surprisingly she wasn't scared at all.