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Z - January 10th, ?
Age: 15/60ish
Appearance: Short dark brown hair tied in a messy low ponytail, with the sides of her hair wild and curly, has a curl on top of her head with two little tufts of hair stickijng up on the sides. Amber eyes, wears a blue hoodie with black leggings and brown boots

Pam - February 1st, 2001
Age: 20
Appearance: Dyed pink hair that goes to her shoulders with white hair pins holding her bangs from her face. Grey eyes, mole underneath her right eye. Wears a white sweater with a black choker, and black skirt that goes a little above her knees, and long black socks. Wears those boot heel things

The story takes place a while before meeting Z
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It was night time. Around 11:40 pm. I was still awake for some unknown reason. Usually I would be knocked out by 9:30, but I felt a sense of fear wash over me. I didn't know what I was fearing. It definitely wasn't the dark. I had already gotten over that phase. The bed was clean and I didn't see anymore bugs crawling about. I definitely cleaned up the weirdly red stains on the walls and on the floor, so what was I fearing?

I looked over to the slightly open closet door. The door was broken badly, and I had tried to fix it, but I just couldn't bring myself to fix it. Everytime I approached that closet, I felt a sense of heavy dread, depression, fear, and despair. I felt like these emotions were crushing me, weighing me down, and I desperately went back to my bed, away from the closet.

The closet itself reminded me of a manga I had read a couple years ago in Highschool. It was about a young girl, who was looked up at constantly, for her looks, for her kindness, and for her hospitality. But her teachers hated her. She could barely listen to a word they said. She constantly got bad grades with the occasional A or B to balance it out. Her mother was frustrated with her constantly and would lash out violently or verbally. But she made a friend. A real true friend who accepted her flaws, and who accepted her as a person. They were very close, and the person meant the whole world to her.

Suddenly, her friend died. I forgot how she died, but the girl was heartbroken. When she got home that school day, she used some rope she found in her father's room to...well, I'm not really comfortable saying. Her mother found her hung in her closet, and screamed. Many people tried investigating the cause of death, and tried to say when she died, but those people were found hung in their closets before they could even say when she died. All they know is that she died on May 3rd, at the age of 15, at around 12:00 am.

I looked to my clock. 11:50 pm. May 2nd, 2021. I heard that the girl in the story was an actual person, and that the mother had contacted them to write about her daughter before she was found her closet hung by a rope. But no one knows if it was true or not, since a lot of the information regarding her has been destroyed or deleted. Then there was a manga adaptation that was really popular for a while. Many people called it disrespectful, while some called it the best story they had ever heard.

Some went to the house where her body was found(if she even existed", and tried contacting her. They all failed, and they were all found in their closets half dead. Some say they saw a girl, with amber eyes. Some say that she was tall. No one knows what she looks like.

I looked over at my clock again. May 3rd, 2021. 12:01 am.

Suddenly shivered with fear as I felt eyes on me. I don't know where they came from, but I knew they were near. I looked around the room. My eyes scanning each corner I could see, until they fell onto my closet. My blood ran ice cold.

I saw two amber eyes. Looking straight at me. My eyes widened and I blinked. They were gone.

"Oi~ down here~" A soft voice came from near the foot of my bed. I slowly turned my head and I almost screamed. This thing, was smiling. Smiling that Cheshire grin of theirs. I was absolutely scared out of my wits.

I jumped out of my bed near my door and flicked on the lights. When I looked back to my bed, I didn't see anything. Was it my imagination? Was I just dreaming?

"Oi!" A face suddenly appeared in front of me from above me. I screamed and ran the other corner of my room. I looked back to whatever it was. It was laughing it's ass of like it just heard the funniest joke in existence. This thing, wore a blue hoodie with black leggings and brown boots. She? Or he? Had dark brown hair with a small ponytail in the back, and a crumpled up curl.

"W-who are you?!" I yelled at them. Finally they stopped laughing and looked at me with sad amber eyes.
"Aw...you don't recognize who I am? And I was sure that manga was well known by now. Unless you don't remember of course. Hehehe~"

"W-well if I knew who you were t-then I wouldn't be asking!" This kid was starting to get on my nerves.

"Hehehe~ well, I guess it's time to introduce myself! You can call me Z! Or Z-kun as some people have called me. Mostly because of that manga. I'm currently in my 60s and I've been dead since the 1960s. Nice to meet 'cha!" Z said while floating around my room.

"This has got to be some sort of joke. Ghosts should not exist. And aren't you fictional or something?" I said as the ghost child came to a halting stop in front of me.

"The correct term would be lost spirit since I've basically lost my purpose in life. And I'm not fictional! If you did some actual fucking research, you would know that I was actually a real person at some point in time. What point in time? Pft, I don't know I've been dead for over 50 years now. Hehehe~" Okay, so someone could be definitely playing a prank on me right now, but I barely even knew anyone at this apartment complex. Everyone was too cracked out of their minds to do something like this, my parents were too busy working, and my friends didn't even know where I lived.

"If you really are who you say you are, then why aren't you wearing some weird 60s outfit?" I said to the currently smiling ghost girl. I still didn't trust her. She was really suspicious...

She rolled her eyes. "You gotta get with the times you old bitch! I've been dead for god knows how long, but that hasn't stopped me from spying on the kiddos and seeing what they do and how they speak and how they act. I've basically changed how I look and speak at least 6 times in these past years. 70's mom, 80's dad, 90's kid, 00's goth kid, 00s edgy kid, and memelord. Personally, 70's mom was my favorite. They should bring that back. Hehehe~"

Well that made sense. Ghosts would probably be interested in how the world works..."Wait what did you just call me-"

"I sense a disturbance in the force...hm...must be that old hag next door who thinks I'm the root of all evil..." Z narrowed her eyes, mumbling something that I couldn't catch.

"Well, I guess I gotta go haunt her next! Hehehe~ see ya around, Pam!" The moment I blinked Z was suddenly gone. What a strange occurrence. I wonder if this is the actual Z who was rumored to kill people if they stepped in her closet? This girl may be annoying and rude, but she holds a sort of aura of innocence and kindness. Yet, I could also feel some of that despair and dread from her that I could feel from my own closet.

I decided to walk over to it again. It didn't feel as dead as before, it felt more alive somehow. Maybe this is where Z came from?

"That girl...whenever she comes back next, I'll have to ask her a few questions...or maybe I'll do some research of my own." I went over to the laptop sitting on the random table in my room and opened it. Going to Google I quickly typed: "Who is Z?"
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I think this is the first time I actually finshed this short story. I was actually thinking of making it a full fledged story, but I just don't have the time nor patience to write about something for this long. The way Z acts towards Pam is based on how I act towards my sister and brother. Except take out the cursing of course hehehe. Z's personality is based off of America's personality and my personality. If you don't remember Pam, just look at chapter New OC? Yes! It has all her information there. But information does change so I'll make a new chapter with my own drawings of her.