"Hey, wake up." I felt a soft nudge on my arm and groaned. The voice wasn't familiar. "Come on!" My eyes fluttered open, my vision slowly coming into focus. A boy was looming over me, looking down on me with worried eyes.

"Who are you?" I muttered dreamily, wincing as I forced myself up. There was a moment where I looked around the room in the murder house, suddenly turning my head to the side as I saw something lying on the floor. No, it was someone. "Fuck-" I could feel the vomit well up in my throat as I was about to be sick; the unnamed boy held out a trashcan to me which I quickly took.

That was me on the floor. That was my body, lying there with scared, open eyes and a terrified expression. It still looked fresh, as though it'd only been there for a few hours. Terrified I pushed away and rolled onto the other side of the bed, trying to catch my breath. Was I just seeing things? Was I going crazy now? The anxiety must have really gotten to me…

"Answer me." I looked at the boy. "Who are you?"

"Names Tate."

"Do you live here?"

"I used to… when I was alive." I frowned, glaring at him. He must have just been so idiot my friends paid to make me look like a fool. That body on the floor wasn't my own, it was some stupid dummy dressed like me and my head was still being messed with as we spoke. I carefully crawled over to the other side of the bed again, staring down at the body.

It couldn't have been a dummy. It was me.

My hand reached down, gently brushing against… my own skin. Why could I still feel it? It was so cold and clammy now; deaths effects were still setting in. I was really dead. I guess it was shocking, but it wasn't completely… unwanted. My life had never been what I wanted it to be when I was alive, but maybe now that I was dead… Maybe now things would change and I could change the way I see things. I didn't have family, no one would miss me. My friends would move on and forget as if I was just another insignificant person in their life.

"Why did you come in the house?" Tate asked curiously, sitting beside me on the bed. "Why are you here?"

"I-It was a dare." I stuttered. "I mean, my friends are waiting outside. I have to go." Tate shook his head.

"Don't you get it? You're dead." He stated boldly, not sparing my feelings it seems. "You can't leave."

"You're wrong." I stood up. "You're wrong!" I ran from the room, quickly jumping down the stairs and heading out the front door. I glanced behind me; Tate hadn't followed, and I ran to my group of friends waiting outside for me on the sidewalk. I knew this was all just a dream, they'd see me soon and I'd be on my way home to continue living my miserable life.

As I exited the gates to rejoin them, something happened. I felt as though the wind was being knocked out of me, as though invisible hands were pulling me back. My vision went black for a mere few seconds, but when I looked around again I was in the house once more. I was staring out of the kitchen window towards my friends, who had begun to walk away. They were just leaving me here.

"No! You guys!" I cried out again, maybe I just wasn't paying attention last time. This time I'd leave for sure. I reached the gates again and pushed with all my might, but the invisible hands grabbed me again and this time they forced me upstairs, into the bedroom where I had started out. Tate was still standing in the same spot, his eyes on me as he frowned.

"I told you." He sighed, walking over to me and patting my shoulder. "You don't look too sad."

"Death isn't my greatest fear like it is some peoples; I think death brings a certain peace we never had in life. But for it to happen to me now…" I crossed my arms across my chest, looking away from Tate to my body. "The owners are going to find my body…"

"No, they won't." I shot a questioning glance towards Tate. "I'll move it with some help." The door clicked as it opened, a young woman and doctor entering the room. The woman looked disdained, walking over to stare down at my body.

"So young…" She stated mournfully. "Just a baby herself…"

"I-I'm 15 actually…" She looked up at me with wide eyes.

"Of course…" She whispered with a smile. "Maybe externally you are… Charles, you can't cut her up. Don't ruin her childlike beauty, you just can't…" Her hand softly stroked my face and I felt as if I could almost feel it in my current ghostly form.

"What happens now?" I glanced from all three ghosts, I assumed the woman and 'Charles' were dead as well, my eyes finally stopping on Tate.

"You live here forever." He shrugged. "You'll get used to it."

"You're not serious?" I exclaimed in surprise; the man who looked like a doctor walked over to my body, examining it as the woman stood close by. "I can't stay here forever."

"Where else would you go?" Tate asked with a smirk. "You'll find someone to keep you company here… There are certainly enough people in here." Nora shook her head, leaving the room as Charles lugged my body over his shoulder. We could still touch things that were living? How was that possible?

"I'll be back." Tate nodded as he helped Charles with my body. "Don't worry; you're lucky I'm the one who found you."

He left me to stand alone, my death still on my mind. I had never felt such an odd feeling before in my life; I felt as though there were something missing from me now.

'My life is what was missing. And there's nothing I can do about it… I'm helpless and alone. I'm dead.'