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It's my job to stop a murder.
I’m Ava Ross, and I’m sorry to say that I’m no longer alive, killed in the bathroom I now frequent. I think the fact that I died scared and alone is why I haven’t gone to the other side yet.
It's been so long since I was alive that I'm beginning to forget who I am. It's like a jigsaw puzzle for me: every day, a piece is taken away. I can't even remember my own last name.
At first, I was happy to disappear into thin air; in fact, I wanted it. But then the person who killed me brought home his next target.
One thing that tells me he plans to kill her is that she looks just like me. Each person has a type. Heck, even killers, I guess. I don't think she will be his last victim or that I was his first. That's why I need to find a way to tell her.
Even though I screamed, wailed, and did everything else, ghosts can't be felt by live things.
I hit the mirror while she was in the shower because I was mad. It was easy for my hand to pass through, but I did notice something interesting.
I made a mark in the cloudy stuff.
Because she didn't take long showers, I had to keep my point short and clear.
*RUN*
I didn't think that was open to misunderstanding.
