Chapter 2

A girl, who looked exactly like the body I was now in, was leaning against the wall, staring at me with a strange expression.

I screamed. I’m not afraid of anything, but I’m terrified of ghosts. For a second, I thought I was about to have a heart attack.

The ghost rolled her eyes, annoyed. “Stop screaming!”

I went silent immediately.

“I didn’t think you’d be such a scaredy-cat,” she said, stepping closer. I was so frightened I fell to the floor, which made her look even more puzzled. “I heard you used to be tough, not afraid of anyone. Was that just a rumor?”

“But I’m scared of ghosts…”

She leaned down, trying to help me up, but as soon as she touched me, her hand passed right through my body, which only freaked me out more.

I was so terrified I felt physically ill—who could understand?

I scrambled back until I hit the edge of the desk, tears filling my eyes. “I didn’t mean to take your body! I have no idea what happened. I was dead, but then…” I hiccuped through my sobs. “I woke up in your body…”

“Must’ve been a glitch in the afterlife’s system,” I rambled, more and more anxious. She was probably here to reclaim her body.

Chloe Watson frowned at me. “You don’t sound like how The Reaper described you. He said you were fearless, that even the most dangerous people respected you.”

I was nearly sobbing now, convinced the ghost was going to take my life. I hadn’t stopped being afraid of ghosts just because I’d died once.

Chloe, clearly irritated, snapped, “Stop crying!”

Her sharp tone immediately choked off my tears. She gave me a look. “I’ve never seen anyone as cowardly as you.”

I stammered, “W-what do you want?”