Dear Fellow Traveler,

I’m writing this because I forget things easily, so maybe this can remind me when I need it. I’m a ghost.

I was killed, and now I’m dead, and the world feels like an endless dream. Not in the way your probably thinking though. Not the sunshine, lollipops and rainbows kinda dream. But the kinda dream where you dunno your sleeping.

I don’t sleep anymore either. Atleast I dont think I do. I dunno hard to explain. Maybe more specifically, I respawn? Sometimes in the same place, sometimes somewhere else. Like a save point in a video game I guess.

Anyways, in your wondering if I’m haunting someplace, or someone, no not really. I go back to my old home sometimes when I forget I’m dead. I see my mom and dad, and their doing ok. When i forget I’m dead I everthing seems the same, than when I remember, I see that mom and dad are older.

They talk about me sometimes, and they get sad, I wish I could tell them I’m ok.

I don't know why I havent passed on, even thought they always say, “I hope she’s at peace,” or something. Sometimes dad says I probably forgot I’m dead so they’ll need to help me someday. Dad’s always right.

I don’t know how long it’s been, I have a hard time keeping track even after seeing clocks or calenders with current time. I forget almost instantly even when I try harder not to, so it’s a bit annoying.

I wonder around town sometimes, taking pictures with my camera, don’t ask, I dunno how that works either. I guess because I died with it? I dunnohgtgagfs tsg dgnsn ndsbxbds sgyxb dsbbwbabshsjna

Why am I writing this again? I typed alot, but I don’t wanna read it again sooooooo-

Uuuuuuh, anyways.

My names Chloe, and Imma be a photagrapher.