Some places were more crowded than others, but it was never weird. For example, playgrounds tended to be more crowded than stores. Family events more than friend hang-outs. I never really understood the difference in attendance numbers. Not until Mocha d!ed. Mocha was my large husky, who got her name from her mocha-brown eyes. My parents had adopted her when we were only a couple of months old each. When they found a small husky with the same birthday as me, they felt it was fate. Then, when we were 12, she passed peacefully in her sleep. The week after was a busy one, but the morning after we put Mocha's ashes on the shelf, I was woken up by familiar licks to the face. In front of me, I saw Mocha, my first response was that I only had a very realistic dream, but my face didn't have the usual morning slobber. That only made me confused. I went downstairs and saw Mocha's ashes on the shelf. Over the next 2 days, I started noticing strange things, and that's when I realized, I could see dead people.
Ok, here's the deal, if you read this, you can't talk about it, I'm already on thin ice with @SoKeefeLover101 and @Zippy1593. This is like my 132nd new story, but one of my TWARC daily challenges was to create an OC and I really liked the idea I came up with. Meadow Lewis, Bright Green hair w/ Blue Streaks, Left Eye Blue, Right Eye White. Lives in a world of supernaturals, she can see ghosts.
