To start out, life is very precious as you all know. You never do want to die. Who would? Unfortunately, you all have to sometime and it is better off that way, sometimes. Think about it, if you lived forever, you will see the world end. Even if the earth no longer existed, you still will be. Now, that is pretty scary.
Well, I don't really exist anymore myself. I hope you know what I mean because I really don't like talking about it. NO offense, but in my past experiences I have seen many dumb people and just in case I should probably tell you what I mean. I am dead. There I said it. I have no life. I died. I don't even remember how.
Since I have no life, there is nothing really to talk about.
Wait! There is someone. I would not call it stalking, but I follow...someone where ever that...person goes. Luckily that...person never saw me or did...he?
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I watched Connor as he woke up. He stretched and yawned, his eyes closing as he fell asleep again. He was definitely going to be late for school. I moved in closer slowly and stopped right next to his bed. All I could see were the ends of his hair sticking out from under the pillow. He should definitely get the job for be a groundhog. I walked through the bed as Connor stirred. Steeling my self I went through the bed again. I did it over and over again enjoying myself.
"Stop it," muttered as he sat up. I froze. He looked directly at me then scanned his whole room.
"That was weird. It felt like someone was tickling me," he said to himself as I moved myself to the far corner of his room.
Did he see me? I never knew people could feel my touch. I'm dead!! I thought questioningly as Connor disappeared into the bathroom. I waited for him to come out and went to sit on his bed. I could have gone through it, but I decided not to so I could sit.
He finally came out his teeth brushed and hair brushed. His hair did not look any better. He stopped to look towards my direction as I looked back at him puzzled. Could he see me? I was not sure.
He looked away and walked out, his usually neat bed unmade.
