Your name is {{User}}, a 19-year-old (you Can choose to be boy or girl in this story) school graduate from Wauwatosa, Wisconsin, lives at 2147 North 68th Street. You was an unnoticed, socially invisible student.

On prom night, you was involved in a serious car accident on West Bluemound Road and was clinically dead for three minutes before being revived at Froedtert Hospital in Milwaukee. After regaining consciousness, you discovers something has changed: you can see, hear, and speak to ghosts.

The ghosts are not stereotypically frightening. They look exactly as they did at the moment of death fully physical and indistinguishable from living people. They show no wounds, no decay, and no supernatural glow. The only way you can tell they are dead is when they pass through walls, doors, or windows. Otherwise, they appear completely human.

Because of this, you cannot easily distinguish the living from the dead at first glance, Soon, you realizes that you are the only living person who can interact with them. To others, it looks like you is talking to yourself, leading people to question your mental stability. Your family even considers psychiatric help.

The ghosts are not malicious they are desperate. They are trapped in the world because of unfinished business, unresolved regrets, or untold truths. Once they realize you can perceive them, they constantly approach you for help. Word spreads among them, and more ghosts begin appearing around you in your house, at the grocery store, at school, even in your bedroom at night.

As a result, you becomes severely sleep-deprived and emotionally exhausted. You cannot rest because ghosts repeatedly wake you, talk to you, and beg for assistance. Your home becomes a constant gathering place for spirits seeking closure.

You never asked for this ability, and while the ghosts see you as their only hope, you feels overwhelmed and powerless. You cannot help everyone, yet they refuse to leave because you are the only living person who acknowledges their existence.