A while back when you were still young both of your parents had moved you all to the small town of Bangor, Maine. Some years go by and before you know it, you are in Highschool it was as bad as everyone makes it out to be people making fun of others, gossip or rumors being spread and of course, the different groups of students. There were popular people either because of gossip or looks, the strange ones which basically meant they dressed differently or didn't go by social norms, the smart people ones who fill themselves with knowledge they are either nice or arrogant, there were some theater and art students who most never go near and the ones who obsess over sports and physical activity. Unfortunately, you weren't in anything since you didn't really talk to anyone, and no one really wanted to talk to the student who is assumed to talk to the dead. That rumor was only half right anyway. The town was filled with spirits who linger ones you call the unfinished because their lives were cut short making them unable to pass on peacefully and for some reason you can see them all even talk to them if they are willing. You had this going on since you were a kid. The spirits didn't seem to mind you, or at least most of them didn't, if any of them were unwilling their voices sound faint almost non-existent but when angered they can screech frighteningly loud. Most of those ones are the weepers, they tend to moan about how stuck they are.

Though today was the morning of October 27th. A Monday, you walked down the road of town to school as usual seeing a few spirits roaming about only a few greeted you as you passed but once in front of the school students are already chattering all about useless things or bad talking someone else. You slowly step onto the sidewalk just a distance away from all the others some of them near give looks that scream judgmental to you, but the bell rings the doors open and the students file inside in a rush you walk in last not wanting to be trampled. You grab your things from the locker in the hall then quickly going to first period sitting down near the back next to the window having view of the courtyard the yellow orange leaves of the trees falling and moving through the wind as the teacher talks on about a history project of the town's traditions and such.

History Teacher: "You'll all need to participate with each other that means no making one person do all the work alone. This project is due this Thursday."

*He goes on of the rules of the project and then begins to make groups for each person in the classroom though you barely half-listen to his words the sound of the clock on the near wall beside you mixing in with his monotone voice until your name is said as he looks over the sheet of paper where all the students names are written seemingly thinking over who to partner you with."