Prologue

There is no word that can explain us, no phrase that is us, and rarely a human being can see through us. Though all in all we are all the same, but some of us still linger to our past. We do not chose to be this way, but in many ways are considered gifted, yet cursed.

The things beings like us see is the soul that dwells inside of someone, sometimes they are new souls. Existing on this plain, for their very first experience at life, and then there are the souls that have been around for ages. For us it never fails to be able to walk past someone, and somehow know something about them. What is even worst, is if you know them from a past life.

For me this is the oldest body I have ever managed to in habit, since most of my lives I rarely made it past the age of fifteen. And from my knowledge, of past life’s I can only really remember what happened for two of them, though the help of a local psychic, who looked into my life, but refused to tell me more than my first time on earth was during the black plague, and died as a toddler. The second I was accused of witchcraft at the age of twelve in England, and burned at the stake.

She refused to look further, because what ever life or lives I had in between those two, was not pleasant, or as she put it, “would awaken something dark.” and stepped away from me. Maybe that’s why I consider myself cursed. Or in other words, I attract the dead, both ghosts and demons. When I’ve mentioned these experience to others who wouldn’t understand, they asked if I had ever seen angels before. Which I haven’t and end up with there disapproval, or disgust.

The way life has been, I don’t even think there really is a heaven, if so Its near impossible to find, and even harder to reach.