Death's a scary thing. When my life was held at the hands between life and death at a gunpoint I knew that what I once thought of death was wrong. There was nothing to justify the cruelty of death. Whether you were ready or if you were a horrible person that deserve to die, the prospect of it was still horrifying. After all death was the end of life. Well I was wrong. Sort of. In a way. If you were give the chance to haunt the person who killed you would you take it or leave it? I took it. I would take the Devil's hand any day for that opportunity. If only I knew the consequences it would bring. If only I saw the bigger picture than what was shown in front of me. If only... Note: I'm still revising this story so the chapters may not make sense and will be very horrible. I'm currently editing. Hope you enjoy!