Preamble

"W-where am I?" I ask the beautiful blond haired boy in front of me.

He chuckles "If I had a dollar for every time I heard that one.."

"So... Where am I?" As much as I appreciate his cute one liners, I really need to know what was going on.

"Your dead," he says "And your a ghost. And ghosts are real. And I'm your 'spiritual tour guide'. So, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but your going to be spending a lot of time with me." He cracks a smile.

Maybe that won't be so bad...

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Mild language, innuendo, and violence. I'll give a warning if anything more than that is in a chapter.

This is one of my first stories so please excuse any grammar errors. I hope you enjoy!

Edited 8/19/17