Caught between life and death - if life chooses you but death holds on to your shadow, what do you do? You hide away in your room, waiting it out in a teddy bear onesie until life pulls you back out again. P.S. This is a strange story about a person who can see ghosts. It may or may not be coherent from start to finish as this is a novel I wrote during NaNoWriMo 2015. It has not been proofread. I repeat, this is has NOT been proofread. This is the very first draft.