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This is the story I'd been spit balling before. The one where I asked you if you would read such a thing. Remember that? Yeah well thanks to Salya I've decided to actually write it down. I've been very busy.

It is about a seventeen year old girl called Kayleigh who was kidnapped from her home and murdered. Filled with grief her mother moves away and sells the house. Kayleigh returns home only she is a ghost. Hoping to find her mother she is met with an empty house. Not long after a new family moves in. A single widowed mother and her seventeen year old son. Things seem to take a turn for the worst when the boy discoverers her and marks her. Forced to stay by his side they have their ups and downs. When he gets feelings for her things get even worse. Not to mention another spirit girl is giving her a chance at another life. Being a ghost is harder than it seems.

Let me know what you think so far for me. Feedback is great!

ALSO IF YOU THINK OF A TITLE I'M OPEN FOR SUGGESTIONS!

Chapters I have so far:
Prologue


Next Chapter will be out:
Hopefully by next weeks end or before

[~CHESSIE~]

So after many many rewrites and about.....*starts counting* .....four hours I've finally got a finishing product! Enjoy and let me know what you think.

There may be some spelling errors or grammatical errors so if you could just inbox me if you find them that would be great.

Prologue

Sitting, lurking in the shadows, he had been waiting. A tan hood was pulled tight over his head and a pair of dark sunglasses rested on his nose. He had been watching the same street since noon waiting for the right person to come past. His breathing was steady as he sat lazily against the wall looking somewhat like a homeless man who had fallen asleep.
Many a person had walked past the alley he was skulking in but not one of the seemed to fit the right criteria that he was searching for. Then again not even he was sure what he was looking for. His eyes scanned back and forward until he was about to give up when a young girl walked past, headphones in ears, carrying a rather heavy looking grocery bag. Her long tawny hair was tied up in a pony tail and swayed from side to side as she walked and swayed with her music. Bingo. His eyes narrowed at the sight of her and a devilish smile spread across his thin lips.
With quick movements he ran down to the end of the alley and turned right down another and then left up another. When he was almost at the mouth of the alley with one swift movement he pushed his hood off to reveal short black knotted hair. With his hands in his pockets he left and turned the corner at just the right time to bump into the girl with tawny brown hair listening to music.
Her groceries fell from her arms and scattered on the ground. Shocked she quickly began to pick them up. He crouched and helped to gather her things feigning an apologetic expression.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice thick with fake sincerity. “I wasn’t looking for just a second and then bang. I’m really sorry.”
“So you should be.” She said with frustration.
Her comeback was bitter and he enjoyed that. Just that simple line was enough to convince him that she was the target for him. It seemed like she had a lot of fight in her and he was sure to have fun with that later tonight.
Once the bag was packed again without a single word of thanks she got up and continued to walk home. He watched as she left and waited until she rounded the corner before he began to stalk her.
Stalking was his favorite part of the whole waiting process. The hairs on the back of his neck would rise without fail and his heart would begin to pound harder even though he wasn’t exhausted. There would always be that little extra skip in his stride. The feeling of the hunt was the best feeling next to the actual committing of the crime itself.

Night had fallen. The pale crescent moon was bright in the sky near the many sparkling stars surrounding it. Shops had closed, except the deli and fuel station, and the town seemed almost dead with the dull lights that lined the streets.
He was very good at the waiting game. He had waited for a long time already and even now he was patient waiting for her to leave the house. There was no way the girl was going to stay inside all night. She was taunting, rebellious. One way or another she was going to leave the safety of her house. It was just a matter of time.
The back door swung open soundlessly and the girl emerged holding a blue washing basket filled with damp clothes. She wore a long and way to large tan sweater which covered her hands that were gripped firmly on the basket. Her hair was tied up in one long braid which finished at the small of her back.
A shiver rippled over his body as he stood up from his hiding place at the edge of the garden. He knew exactly what he was going to do next. Snatch her. He hoped she wouldn’t scream straight away but fight first. It was always more fun that way.
As he left the shadows she placed the basket down and began to peg clothes to the line. She didn’t get very far when a hand covered her mouth and an arm held tightly around her waist, holding her arms down as well, preventing her from moving to run or fighting.
“You better not scream until we are far away. Otherwise I might just break your neck right here.” His voice was menacing and giddy.
She wasn’t prepared for this. No one in this town would have been. So the first thing she did was stand on his foot with her heel only to cause herself pain. It shot up her leg causing her to wince.
“Tsk, tsk. I came prepared for that one.” He chuckled quietly in her ear. “You girls always try that one.”
She mumbled something against his hand and with a sudden burst of strength she pulled one arm free and elbowed him in the stomach. Winded, he let go of her and clasped at his stomach where the pain pulsed. It didn’t take long for him to shake it off and catch her from running back inside. From his pocket he pulled a rope, frayed at both ends and stain with a few droplets of blood. With it he kept one hand on her mouth and tied her hands up with the other. Tying a knot with one hand had been one of the skills he had picked up, with practice, from his previous victims.
“Now listen carefully.” He paused and looked to the house before continuing. “You’re coming with me whether you like it or not. You are not allowed to fight back until we are far away from human ears to hear, only then will you fight against what I’m going to do to you. If you can that is. If you don’t comply, the consequence is simple, your mother dies, your choice really.”