=Write a story from a ghost's point of view.=
Once upon a time, I was a living, breathing human. I had dreams and aspirations, loved ones and friends. But that was all taken away from me in an instant. One day, I was walking along the road and suddenly, I felt a strange sensation. I felt like I was being pulled away from my body and before I could even scream for help, I was gone.
I had no idea what had happened and all I remember was that I was no longer the person I was before. I had become a ghost. I was no longer bound by the laws of this world. I could float and pass through walls and objects as if I was never there. I was invisible.
At first, I was scared and confused. I didn't know what to do or where to go. But as time passed, I started to come to terms with my newfound existence. I explored the world around me and found solace in the fact that I could do things that I couldn't do in my mortal life. I could go anywhere I wanted without having to worry about money or time. I could see the world from a different perspective and experience things that I never could before.
I felt free, but I was also lonely. I wanted to talk to someone, and I longed for the companionship of the living. But I knew that I was no longer one of them, and I had to accept that. I continued to drift through the world, never staying in one place for too long. I watched as the living went on with their lives, and I felt a sense of sadness at my inability to take part in it.
As much as I tried to find joy in my new existence, there was still a part of me that longed for the life I once had. I missed my family and friends, and I yearned to be able to talk to them again. I wondered if they could feel my presence or if they even knew I was still around.
One day, as I was floating through a familiar neighborhood, I saw a figure that looked familiar. It was my best friend from my previous life. I was overwhelmed with emotion and desperately wanted to reach out to her, but I knew it was futile.
However, something strange happened. My friend turned towards me and for a split second, our eyes met. I could see the shock and confusion on her face, and I realized that she could see me. I was ecstatic and quickly flew towards her, hoping that we could finally communicate.
But as soon as I reached her, she gasped and I was once again invisible. I was heartbroken and confused. How was it possible that she could see me for a moment, but then I disappeared?
I started to piece things together and realized that I could only be seen by those who were open to the idea of the supernatural. My friend must have some sort of ability to sense ghosts, and that's why she was able to briefly see me.
With this newfound understanding, I started to seek out others who could see me. I found a group of people who were interested in the paranormal and they welcomed me with open arms. For the first time since my death, I felt like I belonged somewhere.
Together, we explored haunted places and communicated with other ghosts. I even learned how to manipulate my energy to make myself visible to the living for short periods of time. I was finally able to talk to my loved ones and let them know that I was still with them.