That night I dreamt about a boy. He's no one I've ever seen before, but so oddly familiar. He was very pale and about my age. His hair was short and a bright red, as if it was on fire and his eyes were black as coal. I've never seen someone with such odd features before...

"Hi" He said in a gentle voice.

"Hi" I said. IT SPEAKS!!!!'

"My name's Andy...yours?" he said, still very soft.

"Kate" I said shaken

"Hey calm down, you look like you've seen a ghost...Oh...oh wait... I am a ghost... yeah, see it's very hard to get use to." said Andy.

He's a bit...stupid I concluded.

"YOU!" I hissed "You freaked me out for days!!!"

"Oh...well...you're not the ONLY one I've frightened in these past couple of weeks."

"What do you want!"

"I need help." he said very seriously.

"With WHAT!" I said with agitation

"Oh...um...well the usual thing you 'livings' "help" us with"

"I do not understand"

"*sigh* You know who murdered us, how do we get into the light that kind of wonderful stuff." His sarcasm bothered me.

"Wait! You were murdered?" I asked

Before he could answer a loud ringing began which to my discomfort was my alarm clock, I woke up. Was Andy...real?

At school I was out of it. Before class began Julia was yammering on about some dumb skirt she was saving up for. When the teacher came in, she announced that we had a new student...great...Then stepped in a boy with fiery red hair...