Finding My Killer


I venomously laugh as I read my tombstone. My name is Scarlett Miranda Rose, and I know
one thing for sure.

I didn't fall out of that window.

I was pushed.

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8. Chapter 8

I slowly open my eyes and see that I'm laying down on a grave in the cemetery.

For a second, I feel like I'm alive again. But to reassure myself, and not get my hopes up, I get up and walk through a tombstone.

My shoulders sag. Reliving my old childhood memories is pure torture, it makes me want to cry, but of course I can't, and that makes it worse.

I reach up and try to comb my fiery red hair back with my fingers--an old habit I had when I got upset--but I can't do that either, because, being a ghost, you can't change your appearance in anyway.

But that's not the thing I miss the most about being alive.

It's spending all my free time with my family and my best friend Mayella. I miss talking to my sisters. And I miss having family game night, where a whole big fiasco starts up when someone loses. I miss my photography class, taking pictures of everything that had meaning. I miss cherishing every moment I had with the people I love.

Wait... I stand straight up and glance around me. What happened?

I'm standing in front of my grave, and all of the events that had happened earlier are running through my mind.


I whirl around and see Drew standing at the cemetery gates.

I rush over to him. "What happened to me?" I ask. "What was that light? Why did I end up in the cemetery--And why are you being so calm about this? I almost died... again!"

"Because, I've been seeing ghosts since I was four, and this isn't the first time I've seen this happen to a ghost." He explains. "That light you saw, is what happens when you get too far away from your death post. When you wander off farther than the length you can go--as a ghost-- you are sent back to where you died--"

"But I'm in the cemetery--"

"Or your favorite place to go," He said.

Oh, right. I always used to come to the cemetery when I needed to think. It didn't freak me out for some reason.

"How are you--with the whole 'light' thing?" Drew asks, seeing my expression.

"Pissed off." I scowl. "What day is today?"

"Friday," He says.

"I've been out for two days?!" I groan. "Ugh! The party is tonight and you have got to be prepared!"

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