You’ve always been “accident-prone.” Even before you died, it’s just been something you’ve struggled with. You could handle it of course but today…

Since the moment you got up, the day sucked. Earlier, you nearly bumped into Charlie only to backtrack and hit your back against a doorknob. A little later you spilled your drink all over yourself, and now? You just tripped over your own feet, falling hard on your ankle… which now started to throb from the pain.

“My oh my, I think you have just the worst luck I’ve ever seen.” You heard a familiar voice, turning to your left to see Alastor. He bent down, looking over you curiously.

“You alright dear?” He asked, offering you his clawed hand to help you up.