Chapter 1

I stomp through the leaves, yet no satisfying crunch happens, after all ghosts have no weight, do they? I sigh and make my way to the little abandoned hut I live in, well more like I stay in, after all I’m not really alive. I’m not really sure how I died, all I know is that I think I was poisoned or something like that, because my “body” always has been weak, for a ghost at least.

I float through the door and somewhat plop myself on the floor, because again, ghosts don’t have much weight. Now I usually don’t pout like I am right now, but I just got kicked out of another ghost club. Ghost clubs are more of a house that a large group of ghosts live in, and they're really easy to find and get into, except for me that is. I’m pretty sure I’m the only ghost that’s not in a ghost club. I sigh again and stand up floating back up and out of my “house”. Being in a ghost club is very beneficial, for multiple reasons such as power, strength, and, in my opinion the most important, companionship.

I’m a very lonely little ghost and I find it quite unfair, ya know? I’m friendly, kind, and not too bad lookin’. From what I’ve seen in the few enchanted mirrors I’ve looked into, I have short brown hair, gray eyes, and pale skin. I suppose I’m quite skinny and weak, even for a ghost, but I think that’s because of the poison I died from. Anyways, now I’m on a hunt for another ghost club, hopefully one that will accept me, even with my weak form.

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I’m wandering around the forest when I hear a heavy crunch, then a thud. Obviously it scared me but, curse myself sometimes, my curiosity wins and I float over to find an unconscious guy bleeding out near my house. Now I personally do care that he is bleeding out, but like, getting blood on the ground not even a half mile away from my residence?! I know for a fact that some sort of blood demon will come and try and collect him. Most ghosts are afraid of blood demons since they steal all the blood from a living person, and if they don’t have a living person, they steal their blood essence. Blood essence is pretty much somebody’s soul, and I’m not quite fond of never being reborn, though I don’t think I ever will. See, ghosts also have different classes, though much less than demons. There are two types, anchored ghosts and tragedy ghosts. I am a tragedy ghost, which is connected to the world because of a specific trauma or event that now keeps us trapped here. Anchored ghosts are exactly what they sound like, they’re ghosts tied to either an object, place, or person. Before I can reach the man on the ground I hear another crunch, a much softer one though. I quickly float away into a nearby tree. Luckily I’m skinny enough to fit inside the tree without floating out, but it is quite uncomfortable to feel all the bugs going about in the tree all around me, but it’s still better than dying forever. 

I peep out of the tree and see a terribly horrid blood demon now feasting on the man’s blood, but suddenly, the demon looks up at me and stares me straight in the eyes.