"Don't tell me how to live my life!" "You're a ghost." "Does that mean I don't have a life?...

"You're a ghost."

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"Don't tell me how to live my life!"

"You're a ghost."

"Does that mean I don't have a life?"

He stared at her, well at least as well as you can stare at someone transparent.

"What will you do now?"

She searched the floor, not knowing where to start her reply.

"He knows that you exist. He will come for you."

"Then I'll put him under a bus too" Defiance rang through her voice. "After all I am a ghost."

"And he is a ghost hunter..." before his lips could fence around his teeth an arrow pierced his neck. 

He fell to the floor, blood pouring from his mouth and neck. She tried to help, but she hadn't mastered touching things. She had only been a ghost for 24 hours, blowing things over was the extent of her abilities. 

Panicked, she searched for the shooter, but they were in the centre of a forest, it would be a needle in a hay stack task.

"Run!" He gargled.

She couldn't leave him. "Run..." He repeated, his mouth filled with more blood and dripped down his chin. 

She held back the tears and turned to leave. Before she could move anywhere her legs gave way. For the first time since being a ghost she felt physical pain. Blue light shocked her body like an over fizzed bottle of coke. 


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