I sat on the tombstone, my head resting in my hands.

Honestly, I just wanted the dead person to hurry up and rise from their grave. The waiting around was boring.

I looked around at the mourners in sympathy. I had seen enough death to know it affected the people close to the deceased greatly.

One woman was sobbing into a man's shoulder. They must be the parents.

I had checked the tombstone before I sat down to see who I would be helping to move on. They were a girl called Ellen, age 18.

I sighed. Death was so unfair, especially when it happened to the young.

Ellen's spirit rose from the ground.

I jumped up and rushed over.

"Mum? Dad? What's everyone doing here?" Ellen asked the man and the sobbing woman. "Mum?!"

"They cannot hear you Ellen. You are no longer a part of their world." I said softly.

Ellen looked at me with soft brown eyes. "What are you talking about?"

I smiled sadly. "What do you remember last?"

She looked confused for a moment before answering.

"I was waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up but he was way too late. I figured he'd forgotton about me so I left. But as I was crossing the main road, something happened..." She paused and a frown crossed her face. "I don't remember."

I sighed. "Ellen, you were hit by a car going way over the speed limit. There was nothing the doctors could do. You have passed away and this is your funeral." I watched as she tried to process this. "My name's Amunet. I am here to lead you to the after-life."

Ellen backed away from me. "You're lying. I'm not dead, i'm here talking to you right now!" She looked round at the crowd of mourners. "Mum, Dad, Aunt Sophie, Darran! Look at me! I'm right here, alive!"

I shook my head. This was the hardest part; the accepting.

I reached out a hand as Ellen broke into sobs.

"Come on Ellen. It's time for your soul to find peace."

I wiped my hand across the air and a shimmering portal appeared.

Holding Ellen's hand I stepped through.

To the underworld.

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Hours later I re-entered the graveyard I had been in with Ellen earlier.

I always returned to the places of the deceased. It gave me a sense of happiness that I had helped someone move on and find peace.

The cool air send a strand of my hair tickling across my cheek.

I brushed it away and continued walking, threading in and out of gravestones, occasionally brushing my hand against them fondly.

A few of the people here I remembered; Jasper, Kayleigh, Marissa, Adam...

I walked over to Ellen's grave and slumped down next to it.

She had been far too young to die. She should have lived a full and happy life, but it had been severed by cruel fate.

I closed my eyes and soaked in the moonlight.

The peacefullness was bliss.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing by my sisters grave?!"

My eyes snapped open and I jumped up to find myself face to face with a boy.

He had dark, windswept hair and cold brooding eyes that were currently glaring at me.

I looked left and right to see who he was talking to. It couldn't be me, humans couldn't see me.

"Yes, you in the floaty dress and muddy boots."

I looked at my boots and replied without thinking.

"You try trudging through graveyards all day, helping the souls of the dead and keep clean boots! I'd like to see you try."

His eyes widened.

"Souls of the dead?"

I turned and ran, opening a portal in front of me as I did.

I ran into the underworld and collapsed the portal before dropping to my knees.

A human had seen me.

And I had spoken to him.