My name is Nat. These extremely weird things started to happen to me the day I turned sixteen. Turns out I have ghosts following me, set on ending me. I always seem to have thick fog following me too. Guess I'm not normal after all.

This is for the afterlife competition.


1. Prologue


I ran through the thick fog, not knowing where I was going. The fog had to go, right? The fog only became thicker the more I ran. I couldn’t turn back; if I did I would face my biggest fear.

I shut my eyes as I ran, the wind was too cold and hurt my eyes as I ran. Then I crashed into something hard, falling through the fog. 

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