Chapter 1

I died the day my best friend turned 12.

The next time I saw Denny Caldwell he was 16.

Given all the time that had passed it was no surprise he was different.

Less of a geek, more of a jock.

And skinnier.

So was I.

But while everyone thought I was nothing but bones buried in the cemetery, I still existed.

I was a ghost.

A joke of a ghost.

I couldn't touch anything.

I couldn't "ghost" through anything.

Denny couldn't even see me or hear me.

No one could.

I needed to change that.

No matter how.

No matter if the cost was my very soul.

Or people I loved were going to die.