Do you believe in ghosts?
Because if you do, then it kinda puts things at ease for me. My name is Christian Mark, I'm fifteen years old and this is the story of how my once normal life, became a beacon of all kinds of bad luck. After my return from the dead.
If you are reading this please make sure after you are done reading, please: pray till your heart gives in. Because what you are about to read may change the cause of your life.
Look, I didn't ask to be dead matter of fact, it's what I prefer than being a Reaper and the host of the most powerful and evil Reaper spirit of them all. Who's name should never be said, known or even remembered.
I know what you're thinking and saying, right now. How is being dead and a Reaper that bad? Well, if you were other reapers it's not, but if you were me. It's definitely a whole other story.
What you read up in the prologue that's just the taste of it, when I look at it now I realize it's not that scary or bad the way I overreacted and thought it was, nah. So you can relax I'm not that cruel, but if you got scared by just reading that piece, the here's my advice: close that book right now. Run to your mommy, lock your doors and windows with salt.
And hey, before you say anything that isn't true. I'm not trying to scare you or anything thrust me, you haven't seen scary things like I did. Yet again I'm warning you, cause once you know about our world they'll know too. Once they do no one or nothing can protect you.
Because all of this took over my life and took me from everyone I love my mom, my dad, my brother and everyone else I knew. I was almost a normal teen with normal teenage problems. I dealt with bad grades and most of all I dealt with the likes of Connor Johnson, my least favorite person in the world, my bully.
All the way through my school years, I put up with Connor Johnson, the freckly orange-headed skinny boy, who always for some strange unknown reason, hits me every day during lunchtime, after-school and if I'm unlucky before school.
Today our school had a school play. And I was the unlucky one to get a role I never intended to get, the truth about me is that. I'm not really a guy who's into sports, outdoor things I really prefer to do nothing I'm lazy that way. I just auditioned for the stupid play so that I could have credits that my parents couldn't stop nagging me about. For my college recommendation.
It was a play about some stupid teenage love romance story called Romeo and Juliet, about two teens who fall in love and get forbade by their parents or something not to see each other. Since they can't have each other in the human world, I guess the only option is that they'll be with each other in the spirit... So they both killed themselves for one another, how romantic and stupid can you be to do such a thing.
It sounds like torture, doesn't it? That's because it is, you wanna know the worst part about it? I was Romeo and Juliet was a girl in my class Clarissa Johnson, uh-huh you heard right. Johnson as in Connor Johnson's twin sister who by the way if you remove the girly look, cut her hair and give her boy clothes. You would see the family resemblance.
So as you can guess Connor didn't like that once single bit, but the best part about all of this was that he was my under-study and Clarissa's under-study was Beth Frey, a red-headed big boned girl. Who by the way in bonus was head over heels for him, plus he hated it.
"You better not touch or even look at my sister, stupid Mark" Connor threatened me right before the show.
"I don't take it you read the script? cause what you are asking of me is impossible" I answered.
"Why you!" Connor forming a fist to punch me.
"Places everyone the show is beginning!" The director interrupted.
Everyone who was part of the show stood behind the curtain, I'd be lying to you if I said I know how this play was going to be like but one thing I can tell you is remember the dagger that the was a major key in the play.
The lights went out, the curtain opened, something bad happened that no one expected. What a sight for those parents and kids they'll never forget.
When the lights came on again, my dead body was lying on top of my blood with a dagger deep in my chest.