It was a chilly night in the forests if Puerto Rico. It was also a full moon. The moist and damp atmosphere of the forest was refreshing to certain men.

Madelyne was setting up camp in the forest of Nicaragua. The fire she had created was weak, only giving out short-fused embers. The sky reinforced the gloomy atmosphere powerfully. Alone in the woods, Madelyne was incredibly vulnerable.

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I’m Clarke. I’m a ghost. I have been for the past 12 years, after my untimely death from a car accident.

At first, it was terrifying. I couldn’t interact with anything, nor could anything interact with me. I scream and no one hears. I cry and no one notices. I’m nothing. Nothing.

After the initial shock, I didn’t know what to do. No ghost has ever communicated with the living, thus, I don...