I'm Marline Chover. I am sixteen years old, well, before I was brutally murdered anyway. I was murdered three months after my sixteenth birthday, tragic huh? After a year I was murdered, I hunted my murderer and killed him, in hopes that it would cross me over to the other side, but it didn't do anything. I have brown hair that stops in the middle of my back, my eyes were a bright green, but now they are a jet black, I wear blue jeans and black sneakers.I have wore this outfit for about five months, I will have to get more soon. Okay, if I touch something that belongs to the living realm, I am bonded to it so it is mine, if a living person touches it, the item is back to the living realm.Basically, all ghosts can touch and move things in the living realm. 

Ghost are categorized in species, weird right?

First, there are the Larkers, who are ghost that only come out in the night. They are rude, scary looking, and in very rare cases they can be nice or emotionless. Also, they can be seen by other ghost.

Second, there are the Chings, who are ghost that only come out during the day. These Chings are nice and caring, and childish at times. When ever they die, they are stuck in the personality or phase they were in when they were alive. They can be seen by other ghosts.

Third, there are the Shandons, I am one. These come out during the day and night. Shandons have feeling and senses just like the living do. These ghosts can be seen by other ghosts.

Four, the Andlers. These ghost can stay during day and night, but, they only stay around for a certain amount of time. After that certain amount of time, they go back for doubled the time they were around, to someplace that no other species of ghosts know about.

Five, there are the Poltens. These are ghost who come out during the night. They can posses the living and destroy things at will. They cannot be seen by other ghost, which kind of sucks. In my opinion, I don't like the Poltens. 

One thing about being a ghost that is really annoying. Animals can see every species of ghost. The barking or hissing is just so freaking irritating, that I just want to punt what ever kind of animal it is that is bothering me. By the way, some of the stereotypes about ghost are not true, yet some are. Not every single ghost is dark and scary or wanting to posses everyone and everything. 

Sometimes, I wish I was alive again.I want a beating heart and a house, and a family to be in. I will never have any of that, and it is boring right now. I have nothing to do beside sit, walk or even fly. Yes, ghost can float or fly or hover, or what ever the living call it. 

The bright sun peers through a circular window on the wall. The light hits everything in its path, making everything have color and life, even if there are no souls or breath in the inanimate objects. Dust particles have a shining effect from the sun while thy float around the attic room. A mirror in the back of the room reflects the sunlight in one direction. The sunlight hits a glass lamp top and beams of sunlight go in every direction. One light beam hits my eyes and I turn to face the other direction. Birds begin to chirp and I think I hear a mouse behind me.Something moves above my head and it squeaks. I yelp and sit up from my laying down position. A mouse the size of the palm of my hand scurries around and goes into a hole in the wall. Okay, ghost afraid of mice. I have been afraid of mice since, like, ever.  

Well, might as well get up now. I stand up and look around the attic room. I slept here last night, yes, ghost sleep. Alas, I never have any dreams or anything. My mind will never make beautiful or scary images that might predict the future or make my imagination grow larger. I don't have an imagination either, which sucks.

There are boxes filled with old items stacked high to the top of the attic room, a chest with a broken lock on the front, which has dirty and ancient clothes that are probably from the thirties or fifties.  It's kind of stuffy and small in here, but it is a good place for a ghost to spend the night, right?

I transport to the down stairs floor. There are four male adults, sitting in front of the TV watching a sport called football. One yells 'RUN!' and another yells 'MAKE THAT TOUCHDOWN!'. All of the four men are wearing bluish-green and orange colors, I believe that those are the Miami Dolphin's colors. A small girl wearing the same colors sits in a chair and laughs at how the men are acting, and the teenage boy that was sitting beside the little girl jumps up and yells just like the grown men are. I never really understood boys and football, it's like a combination of some things and whatever.

I walk outside and into the warm sun. Well, it feels warm to me, due to my cold, dead skin. It is around the end of November, the twenty-first I think. I'm not so sure. I don't think about the days. What's the use of it if you are dead?