~Clark
“I HEARD IT AGAIN!!”
I jump as the face of Ray Richie appears before me, a look of both fear and expectancy in his eyes. Being able to talk to the dead is not as “cool” as you might think. The reason being that they all are stuck here for one reason of another and they need help. And, seeing as how not many others can even SEE them, much less hear from them, they rely solely on you. I groan slightly, ignoring another wave of pain which surges through my blood stream like a wave.
“It calls itself the Executioner.” Ray adds.
I can feel my heart racing as anger pulses through me...

~Kem
as I sleep I remember the last of my marks. James Telle....such a fun one, it was his girl....'Nessy, she said I could call her 'Nessy. She said he was abusive and tried 2 rape her, but no one believed her when she told them. The police laughed in her face. He was a volunteer fire-fighter in his spare time, u c. everyone loved him.....including her. At least, 4 a while. Then he showed who he really is...and everyone thought the scars on her face....they thought she put them there...along with all the bruises on her...she came 2 me, the one person who would listen. He was 22 and a quick...

i thought you people should understand some things about me. you see, i'm not phased by much, and you people need to know my life so bad, well here goes. we may as well start at when my problems started. i was 6 when this nightmare started. even before that my father was always cruel, but this time it was way worse then that. it was midnight when i woke up 2 a loud crashing sound in the halls. i jumped up and i ran to the door, since the sound came from that general direction. then i saw a black streak run out the door and looked around. it was then that i realized what happened. i started...