• I took a deep breath...or did I? Could I even breathe? I had been asking myself these questions since 3:47 this afternoon and I still hadn't gotten any answers. Well I guess I should tell you what happened so here it goes: I'm 14, but as far as I know I've been 14 since 1973, the year I died. I don't remember my death that well, but I know that it was a completely regular day, just like any other. I had gone to the park with my friends Cathy and TJ. There was this man that Cathy thought was following us, but she was always a bit eccentric so I didn't really take her seriously....until he grabbed me. He said something had happened to my father and he was supposed to take me to the hospital to see him. That's when I knew something was off. I hadn't seen my father in four years. When I realized what was happening I started to run, but I wasn't exactly olympic runner material and he caught me before I could scream for help. The next thing I knew I was waking up in my room like nothing happened. I went on with my life, but it was different. No one paid any attention to me and my parents moved out of our house without me. An old woman moved into our house, but she was different, she could see me . She could control me. I was her slave, I had no choice but to obey her. She could mumble some weird hocus pocus stuff and after that I couldn't control my body.But, she wasn't evil, she would talk to me and make me feel happy. She was like an old creepy grandma. I couldn,t leave the house, she wouldn't let me. So thats how I died and how I've lived ever since. Now I'll tell you how I found out I was dead. I was cleaning the bathroom (I know its not the most glamorous job) and along comes the old woman. She tells me to sit, so I sit.she tells me I'm dead. It was as simple as that. I wanted to run, but she wouldn't let me go. I hated her with all my heart. Then I got curious. How could she see me? Hear me? Control me? I asked, but all she said was that it was a gift. And I had to face the truth: I WAS DEAD.