I sat up from my spot on the floor and rubbed the back of my head. "What..happened?" I groaned. And then it all came back to me. I whipped my head around to look at the box of nails, which I had fallen on. I let out a scream and quickly backed away. My body sat there, blood covering my head like a sheet, one nail poking out from the center of my skull. But, how? How was I looking at myself? It must've just been a dream, yeah, that's bound to be it. I'll just wake up any second now..

...

Why aren't I waking up? Am I really dead?

I shakily got up, to get a better look of 'my body'. My dark eyes were wide with shock, but glazed over, and my light brown hair was stuck together with blood, and a mess. My front door closing caused me to jump. "Hey, Alex! Bro, I brought you some lemonade!" My friend, James, called. I stared down at my body and quickly tried to drag it away and hide it, I didn't want any friends of mine to see me like that. Emphasis on 'tried'. I was able to hold my body, but I didn't know I weighed that much! "Alex..?" James questioned, reached the top of the stairs. He turned and saw my body, causing his green eyes to widen in horror. "ALEX!!" He exclaimed, dropping everything and kneeling down next to me. "Alex, Please No. C-Come on, you know I hate pranks. Please don't be dead, just a prank, please just wake up and say something like 'You should've seen your face!'. Please, Alex...Something..please.." My friend begged my corpse, tears streaming down his pale face. "James! It's me! I'm right here! I'm..well.. dead, but I'm still here!" I said to deaf ears. Of course he couldn't hear me, I was a ghost! At least, that's what I think. I groaned and put my arm around James' shoulder, thinking it would comfort him, but that was just me being an idiot. My friend froze, and slowly turned around to look behind himself. "Wh-Who's there?" He questioned fearfully.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you!" I exclaimed, once again, to deaf ears. James snapped out of his fear and pulled his phone out of his pocket, quickly dialing 911.

I groaned. This was going to be a very long afterlife.

~The Next Day~

I floated around my house, which was surrounded by police tape and cars. Why do people freak out so much over death? I guess being a ghost makes you forget human emotions..

~Author's Note!~
Super short first chapter, I know.
But I just wanted you to get a basic idea of what will be happening in the story.
Ta-Da..?
Alrighty then, see you guys next chapter!!
Buh-Bye!