I was Liza Strenmor...well I still am but I'm deceased. I was in a horrible accident six months ago. My Houndai took a drunk driver to its front bumper and went spinning out of control into Doncaster Swamp. Now your probably wondering why I haven't "moved on", and I was to at first. I learned to just have fun with being on this plane. I could protect my little brother from the Doncaster Elementary bully, Roger Callaway. My little bub is always picked on, and now I know why. He can see us, the ones stuck on this plane. Everybody thinks he is a freak,  even my older sister, Rénee. God shes gone downhill. After I passed she started to just not care. She use to be cheer captain, had a boyfriend who loved her for 3 years and she was well respected. But she soon had her way with her boyfriend Nathan then just dropped him like a bag of bones. She soon moved on to other guys just for sex. She never got emotionally attached to anybody. She shut out my parents and little 8 year old James. So I took the path to watch over him seeing as he could see me. We talk all the time no matter where we are. After about a month after my death I learned how to move things I used that to build a tree house in the woods behind our house for James. He loved it. We soon made a list of things to put in the tree house for us. We got board games and chips for him to snack on. Got books and CDs anything that he wanted I found a way for him to have it..legally that is. James now had me to talk to and play with. Mom and Dad still care, but its still hard for them to adjust. Sometimes while mom makes the dinner table she'll grab a plate for me then realize what she had done. Nights like that dinner goes unserved because she breaks down and shuts herself in her room. I try to help James to keep mom from depression but nothing seems to work. I have been practicing trying to speak aloud so they can hear me but only James hears me. I'm afraid if James tells them he can see and hear me they might lock him up in an institute. I don't really want to go on a break out mission and have my little brother on the news as a run away patient. Days have come and passed weeks fly by and months just keep coming. I'm learning more and more about this world and it's alot to take in. I'm taking notes in a journal and hiding it in the treehouse, but lately weird things have been happening in the town of Doncaster.