A.N: Here we go, chapter 14. I hope you like it and the conclusion, the next chapter will be the epilog and at the end of the epilog I will put the lyrics to the song that inspired me to write this story. This is an original story, but the song that inspired me is: "Lenore's Song" by YUNYU.

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I turned to the only person I'd ever gone to in my whole life and afterlife for advice.

My older brother, Greg.

I hadn't seen him in such a long time, since they moved out, but now that I could go to them I could go see him. He was probably, forty? Forty-five? Around that age. He could probably handle seeing the ghost of his murdered sister, right? I shrugged, and transported to him.

He was in a large living room, on a couch, with a woman on his right side. His arm was over her shoulder, and they were watching a movie. Then, in ran a cute little girl in a dark purple and blue dress. She looked around nine, and looked a lot like Greg, a little bit of the woman but mostly Greg.

"Daddy, the big monsters are back, and they're chasing me." She said in a cutely high pitched voice to Greg, and she jumped on his lap. He paused the movie, and I watched the scene play out.

He gave the girl a spray bottle, and said if she sprayed that under her bed, the monsters would go away. I smirked at the cute scene, and she ran to go spray under her bed. I watched the family for the remainder of the evening, they seemed so happy, and yet.

I didn't envy them.

I didn't envy them for their happiness, their love, or even them being human and living. I sighed, and finally, Greg was alone.

He was walking their dog, Dug, a German Shepard. I appeared to him, but not suddenly, I just appeared as a young woman also walking in the night coming towards him on the sidewalk.

I stopped in front of him, and he stopped too, most likely confused about why I had stopped. I was wearing a hooded jacket, and dark blue jeans with comfortable sneakers. My hood was up, and I pushed it back to look my brother in the eye. He gasped and took a step back, I only smiled sadly.

"Long time no see, Greg." I greeted, like I hadn't seen him in only a year or so, and not more like- I didn't even know how long. "It has, Lenore." He said back, in a shaky voice, and Dug was sniffing at me suspiciously.

"I'm sorry I haven't visited sooner, I've been. Busy. I've actually come here for advice." I said guiltily, and I looked down. Damn, I should've visited him sooner, come to say; "hello," or something.

The only reason I came was for advice, and I couldn't look him in the eye because of that fact. All the sudden I felt warm and strong arms wrap around my being, my eyes and mouth widened in shock. He pulled back after a bit, and smiled. "Ask me anything, anything at all."

"How do I choose between two guys I love, when the one I truly love doesn't love me and the one I partially love truly loves me?" I ask straight away, and I stunned him with the blunt and surprising question.

"What have you been getting into lately, Lenore?" He asked, and I laughed pitifully. "Well, there's Mark, and then there's Jason. He's a poltergeist who lives next to me. Mark has this girlfriend, Isabella, and I don't know if Jay'll really be with me forever if we bond together." I explained, and he sighed.

"That really is a hard one, Lenore, and I really don't know what to say. But, I think you should get to know each guy better and try to find out what you mean to them, I guess." He said, awkwardly trying to give me advice. I hugged him again.

"Thanks for the advice, I just needed someone else's opinion." I said, and he rubbed my back, though I was only energy to him. "Lenore?" I made a small "hmm" to tell him I was listening.

"There's something I need to tell you, and it's probably not the best time but I think the sooner I tell you the longer you can think about it." He said, and I looked into his eyes with concerned curiosity.

"What is it? Tell me." I said, and he looked down, anywhere but my eyes in distress. He knew something I didn't and he knew it would be upsetting for me. He took in a breath and composed himself.

"The boys who murdered you are getting out of their prison sentence. They're leaving prison the day after tomorrow." I didn't say anything, I made no expression, and I didn't even flinch at the mention of my murderers.

"I see. Are you concerned for me? What I might do?" I asked quietly, and he looked at me, surprised at my question. "W-why would I be concerned?" He answered my question with a question and I looked him straight in the eye.

"Because I murdered Raman, and I have very persuasive thoughts about doing the same to the boys who stabbed me." I confessed, and he was taken aback at my words.

I wasn't surprised, it wasn't every day you find out your sister is a murderer.

I turned away from his startled, disturbed, and speechless face. "I should be going. I have a lot on my mind and I have a lot of plans ahead of me." I turned my head towards him, and I knew he was frowning at me.

"I'll visit you again, as many times as I can." I suddenly laughed as a million blood lusted thoughts ran through my mind like a train off it's tracks.

"But I have a few, friends to visit."

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I was blinded with my pent up rage at the men who killed me. Also the confusion and frustration involving Jason and Mark only added to my blood lust. I found them outside of prison, on a bus, going to a motel since their family most likely wasn't going to let them into their home.

They were older now, I hardly knew it was them, if it wasn't for the aura of prison all around them I probably wouldn't have known they were my murderers. I stood next to them, invisible and glaring into their eyes.

They knew someone was watching them, I could see that they were fidgeting and their eyes were shifting side to side. There was four of them.

One had shaggy brown hair, dark rings around his brown eyes, tight jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. His name was Alex.

The next one had short black hair, narrowed sharp blue eyes, and casual slightly baggy clothes. His name was Lewis.

The third one had light brown hair, dark brown eyes, and new ironed clothes. His name was Charlie.

The last one had sandy blonde hair, light green eyes, and was wearing heavy black clothing. His name was Mason.

They made their way into the motel, and I followed them to the front desk. They got one room, for all of them. They were a tight knit group, even through high school and prison, and the hanging guilt of murdering an innocent girl.

My mind was full of ways that I could torture them, full of ways that I could hurt them, yet. I couldn't help but feel sorry for them. They were just high schoolers when they killed me, and they thought I was a horrible person, they thought I was a bitch. They were also drunk, and they had knives.

Not a good combination.

Plus, that was a long time ago, and they probably learned their lesson, right? I sighed, and laid down on the floor of their motel. I glanced as they took turns going to the bathroom to strip and take showers.

If I was a pervert like Jay, and they were women, he would've been in there like a bee and a honey cone. I didn't really feel that turned on though, especially when I was thinking about how these men were the men who murdered me. That would be kind of twisted.

"You guys want something for dinner?" Charlie asked, and they all shook their head. He shrugged and walked out the door, I wondered whether I should leave or stay, and I decided on staying. I looked over at the three other men, and I sighed yet again.

I appeared to them, in the same dress that I was wearing when they killed me. I was laying down, and I locked all the doors. They all were staring at me, speechless and shocked.

"Long time no see, boys." I said, glancing over at them like this was the most casual thing in the world, like this was what happened every day.

"I see you've got out of prison, for killing me. Good for you. Charlie went to dinner, but I've got you three, I guess." I said, and they all were still staring at me intently.

"Y-you're tha-that girl we k-killed." Lewis said suddenly, and I raised an eyebrow. "That's all I am? That girl you all killed? You don't even know my name? Disappointing." I said, my voice was monotone, and my hands were behind my head, propped up against the wall.

"You're a ghost, how?" Mason asked, and I shrugged. "I dunno, you stabbed me, I died, poof. I'm a ghost." Mason narrowed his eyes and stepped forward towards me. He waved a hand through my face, and I smiled.

"I'm not an illusion or something, Mason." I said, and then Alex came over to me. "What do you want with us? We're sorry, we spent our time, what do you want?" I looked at him, and I thought a little bit about that. Why was I there? I shrugged yet again.

"I dunno. Bored, I guess. There is that small part of me that wants to kill all four of you in a horrific fashion, but I don't know if I should kill you, or torture you, or mentally torture you." I said, and then I looked down at my dress, I made a face at it.

Then I made my clothes turn to slightly tight dark blue bootcut jeans, and a lightly loose but also tight blue camouflaged T-shirt. My hair was a bit messy, but I didn't mind.

"Much better. Oh, by the way, remember Raman? Or, Rat. The guy who told you to stab me to death? Yeah, I killed him." They all gawked at me, and I rolled my eyes. "You guys weren't that good of friends with him, were you?" They shook their heads, a little more relaxed.

"I only killed him because he was a bastard and abused me." I said simply, and they all sat down on the bed, I sighed. "I was planning to just follow you and kill you, maybe torture you. Not talk to you, that wasn't part of the plan. But, whatever. I've steamed off now." I stood up and dusted myself off.

"Well, it was nice to see you're out of prison for killing me, boys. See you later." I waved and then Charlie opened the door, he saw me and his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

"Whoa, who's the babe?" He said, and I rolled my eyes. "The one you killed on prom night." I said, in a sickly sweet voice, and he was shocked to say the least. "Like I said, gotta go guys, I'll drop in later." I said, and then I transported to The Dragon's Castle.

It was dark, and the amusement park was closed up. I was still confused, and frustrated, but my anger had died down. I don't know, it wasn't them I was angry at, it was myself, or some other psychological crap.

Well, I guess I was angry at myself because I didn't know what to do. Should I take my chances with Mark because I loved him so much and for so long, but with a higher chance of rejection.

Or should I choose Jay because even though I love him less than Mark because there's a less chance of him rejecting me? I growled, horrible, horrible, horrible death love.

Love of death.

I shook my head at my fantastic luck in guys, and my horrific indecisiveness regarding, basically everything. I looked around the abandoned amusement park, and I sat down in one of the roller coasters. It was so quiet, and I closed my eyes and my head bowed slightly, then.

"No! Help!" My head snapped up and I looked around, trying to find the source of the cry for help. I saw a couple of flashlight lights behind me and I floated over to them, I saw three teenage guys and a young woman.

They started undressing her, and my shock turned to anger quickly. I flew over to them and grabbed them by the back of their shirts. I was still invisible as I picked them up and put them on the roller coaster.

I overrode the system and made it go twice as fast as it was supposed to, they clung to the car while screaming their lungs out. I left them to see how the young woman was doing, but I couldn't find her, she must've run off somewhere.

I turned back to the guys, and stopped the roller coaster on a dime. They were dizzy and nauseated, I appeared to them, angry and with my hands on my hips. I didn't hurt them that bad, I only beat them up with my paranormal power fists, and tortured them mentally with vivid nightmares of their past memories that they loathed.

Okay, I might've gone a little overboard, but the anger from my frustration and confusion came back and those rapist punks deserved it. I watched them run away, and I smirked.

"I'll be watching you!" I shouted after them, even though I wouldn't, just the thought would probably scare them. "Ya know, I'd rather you be watching me, but if that's how you feel and everything." I turned around and chuckled at Jay's pervy joke. I walked over to him.

"When'd you get here?" I asked, wondering if he'd seen me beating them up. "Since you stopped the coaster." I rubbed the back of my neck and shrugged. "Yeah, I was just a little frustrated, and stuff." He raised an eyebrow and started walking around the park, I followed him.

"About what?" He asked, probably knowing the answer, and I shrugged. "I don't know. A lot of things. Today's been a pretty busy day anyway. I visited my brother, then I visited the guys who stabbed me to death, saved a girl from being raped like me, and wallowed in my own afterlife." He was sort of surprised, but I couldn't blame the guy, I would be too if it hadn't happened to me.

"You visited the guys who killed you? Even I don't have the balls to meet the sniper who shot me." He said, and I shook my head with a small laugh. "I only visited them because I thought that I would kill them. But when I saw them I got all pitiful and let them live." I said, and then I looked up and realized he had led me to The UFO.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs. We floated through the walls of the ride, and I looked around the abandoned disk shaped building. "Why'd you bring me here? It's just abandoned." He shrugged, and then started the ride up with a single snap of his fingers.

I grinned and leaned against the panel, with Jay next to me, grinning ear to ear. The UFO had spun the fastest I've ever felt it spin, and I laughed because it was so fun. It was definitely the highlight of my day, a day that would've been the worst day ever if Jay hadn't shown up.

I looked over at the pervy ghost, and I found that he was already looking at me, still grinning. The panels went up, and down, with the rock music blasting in our ears making us unable to hear anything else.

I went against the gravitational pull, and I flipped over onto Jay, making it like I was laying on him. I looked up at his surprised, yet very happy face. My hands were under my chin, and my knees were on each of his sides, my legs were bent and my feet curled into his inner thighs.

I smirked at him, and grinned. I mouthed the words; "Thank you." And he simply kissed my nose, making me laugh. The ride slowly slowed down, and he hugged me from behind. I could hear, and feel, that he was laughing, and it was contagious.

"Jay, this felt like the worst day ever. And then you showed up and, well, made me laugh despite all of it." I said, and I let myself lean against him, putting my arms on his arms which were wrapped around my waist.

"Well, I'm glad that I could make you smile." He whispered in my ear, and I bit my lower lip. I hadn't decided anything yet, but Jay was pushing me over to his side. He actually loved me, even though I'm dead, ugly, a poltergeist, a murderer, and just someone who you probably wouldn't wanna go out with.

Mark didn't know how much I loved him, and he loved Isabella now, instead of me. He was sweet, dark minded, he didn't fear death, he was aggressive, and he had been my friend when I was as naive as him when I had just died.

But, I had grown mature in all the years I'd been dead, and his innocent mind was now, a bit unattractive. Also his love for another woman, was now thoroughly getting in the way of any hope for me to be with him.

If I shut Jay out and tried to break Isabella and Mark apart, it would most likely end up with Mark loathing me and him eventually going back to Isabella. I closed my eyes in thought, and Jay held me, though I didn't know if he knew I was thinking at the pace of a fast tracked train.

Trying to go after Mark would be suicidal to my emotions, but letting Jay be with me like he obviously wanted to be, would most likely lead a happier road. I turned to the man who had been holding me, and I kissed him passionately.

He responded almost instantly, and I smiled as he sent butterfly kisses down my neck. I put my arms around his neck, and my fingers got lost in his hair.

"Yes." I whispered in his ear, and he stopped suddenly.

"Yes, what?" He asked cautiously looking into my eyes with hope, and I hugged him.

"Yes, I'll be your bond."

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