There's no way I would have wanted this. Despite all the suicide baiting, I really didn't want to die. Not without becoming a hero, anyway. If I had to, I would probably die to save someone.

But not like this. Not by being suffocated by a strange slime monster, who was going to use my body as a disguise.

I stared at the slime monster, shoving itself into my now dead body. Then All Might, the number one hero rushed in. He punched the slime monster out of my body, before trying to get me to wake up.

But he was too late. He can't see me, hovering over my dead body as a ghost.

If only I held up longer, long enough for All Might to save me. But I'm dead now. Not many people will care, though. Just Mom, really. Maybe All Might will care, but he probably has more to worry about than a quirkless nobody like me.

After a while, All Might realized it was too late. He seemed upset. Like he blamed himself for my death. I don't want All Might to be upset over me. I slowly drifted over to him- I have no other way to word that- and said "ɨȶ'ֆ ռօȶ ʏօʊʀ ʄǟʊʟȶ, ǟʟʟ ʍɨɢɦȶ, ʀɛǟʟʟʏ!"

All Might didn't seem to hear me, or the slight scream that came shortly after the words fell out of my mouth. My voice sounded so strange and distorted, it terrified me! I'm not supposed to sound like that!

Actually, I'm glad he didn't hear me, with how terrifying my voice suddenly sounded. Eventually, I left, trying to figure out what I was supposed to do now. Honestly, I never really thought that anything happened after you die, and that it was just nothing.

That, or you were given some obvious direction. I didn't get either, though. Just a new, much more disturbing version of my voice. And it was ten times more disturbing, because my voice usually sounded something like an innocent child. Combine that with something semi-creepy, and you get practically the scariest thing to exist.

That pretty much sums up my voice right now.

Anyway, I was just sort of wandering around- I had no idea how to get back home, I quickly realized, and it's not like mom would really know I was there- when I bumped into a girl, a bit shorter than me, (but not by much, because I'm pretty short), who seemed like she was a ghost as well. I guessed this based on the fact that she was somewhat translucent, which is different from transparent, look it up, and she seemed to have a pink glow to her.

I thought that maybe she could explain whatever was happening to me, so I said "ʊɦ, ɦɛʏ ȶɦɛʀɛ, ɨ ӄɨռɖǟ ɦǟʋɛ ռօ ɨɖɛǟ աɦǟȶ'ֆ ɢօɨռɢ օռ, ɮ-ɮʊȶ ʏօʊ ֆɛɛʍ ʟɨӄɛ ʏօʊ ʍɨɢɦȶ ɮɛ ǟɮʟɛ ȶօ ɦɛʟք, ֆօ ƈօʊʟɖ ʏօʊ ʍǟʏɮɛ ɛӼքʟǟɨռ ȶɦɨֆ ȶօ ʍɛ?"To which, the girl pushed me back, shrieking, "get away from me you poltergiest freak!"

Of course, this just left me more confused. After a few seconds, she seemed to realize this and sighed, probably out of frustration. "Fine, if you really don't know. A poltergiest is a ghost who can control elements, and all of them are insane. Its also obvious to tell them apart from normal ghosts, because they have distorted voices, ya know, like yours. Now get away from me before I make you regret ever being born!"

Now I'm officially freaked out. I fell back, landing on my butt, and scampered backwards with my hands protecting my chest. I quickly said "օӄ օӄ, ɨ'ʍ ֆօʀʀʏ!" Before I pushed myself up and ran off.

That girl was about as scary as Kacchan.

Although, I don't get what she meant by insane. I'm not insane! It did sort of explain this, though.

Except, I still have no idea what I'm supposed to do. It probably doesn't matter, though, seeing as I'm dead. I could just wander around for days and it wouldn't actually matter.

But I'm definitely not doing that. I don't really want to just wander around aimlessly, when I could actually do, well, something.

I realized that I had no idea of what the girl meant by controlling elements. Is that some strange version of a quirk that only comes up if you're a ghost? And if so, why would I be a poltergiest since I'm quirkless?

No, it probably has nothing to do with quirks. Ghosts existed back before quirks came up. So there's no reason why it would be connected to quirks.

Maybe I should try to use whatever power she was talking about, so that I can control it?

But I don't know how to, and based on her reaction to me, it's unlikely that anyone would want to help me.

This is very weird and confusing already.

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It's been a few days since I first became a ghost. Every time I try to talk to someone, they either can't hear me because I'm a ghost, or they would tell me to leave because I'm a poltergeist. So I've made no progress on figuring out my powers.

On the plus side, I found this abandoned house to live(?) in. I'm not sure if that's the right term, since I'm dead, but whatever. There aren't any ghosts in the house either, so I've basically claimed it as my own.

Honestly, it's more like a small mansion than a house. It's pretty comfortable, I like it.

Another plus, after I claimed the house, other ghosts stayed away from the place. Most likely because no one wants to be anywhere near a poltergiest like me..

It's weird, having people be scared of me

Oh well, I guess I'll get used to it.

Hopefully.

Either that, or I'll find someone who isn't scared of me.

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Sapphire had finally got back from her family vacation. As soon as she did, see noticed something off.

Her quirk sensed a ghost, in the old abandoned mansion. She couldn't sense anything about the ghost, just where it currently was.

She told her parents, before she went into the mansion. Ghosts were almost always trouble. Since her quirk could detect them, she was the only person around able to get rid of them. It was also the reason she applied to UA, but that was a different story for another day.

Sapphire stepped into the mansion, the floorboards creaking. The feeling of a ghost was getting stronger. She could see it's outline now, somewhere on the second floor.

She walked up the stairs, which protested her every step. Once she got to the top, a strange, distorted yet somehow child-like voice rang out. At first, the voice seemed to ramble a string of incoherent words, but then it stopped. When it started again, it said, "ɦ-ɦʊɦ? ɨֆ ֆօʍɛօռɛ ȶɦɛʀɛ?" Before muttering something to itself again.

The voice could be identified as that of a male poltergiest. She ran in towards the voice, until the ghost was in her vision. He was green. Curly green hair, large green eyes, a green aura. He had a roundish face dotted with freckles. The ghost seemed to have died at around her age, maybe a bit younger, because he was pretty short.

He was looking around wildly, before he saw her.

"Get out of here." She said, in a take-no-shit voice. The poltergiest seemed confused, "աɦ-աɦǟȶ? ɖ-ɖɨɖ ɨ ɖօ ֆօʍɛȶɦɨռɢ աʀ-աʀօռɢ? ɨ-ɨ'ʍ ֆօʀʀʏ ɨ-ɨ ɖɨɖ աɦǟȶɛʋɛʀ ɨȶ աǟֆ.."

She shook her head at him, "I'm not falling for your innocent act. Poltergiests like you are nothing but trouble, and I'm not letting you harm anyone." She took a step further, and he backed up a step. "ɨ-ɨ ƈǟռ'ȶ ʟ-ʟɛǟʋɛ, ɨ-ɨ ɖ-ɖօռ'ȶ ɦǟʋɛ ǟ-ǟռʏաɦɛʀɛ ɛʟֆɛ ȶօ ɢ-ɢօ! ɨ-ɨ'ʟʟ ɮɛ ɢ-ɢօօɖ, ɨ քʀօʍɨֆɛ, ʝ-ʝʊֆȶ ʟ-ʟɛȶ ʍɛ ֆ-ֆȶǟʏ!"

The poltergiest seemed to be shaking, trying to hold back tears. It almost made her feel bad. But, he could easily be faking it. She sighed, "why do you need a place to stay at anyway? You are a ghost, aren't you? So what point is there in staying in a specific location?"

He hesitated before answering, his disturbing voice seemed to be a little more soft- or as close as something as horrific as that could be, "ȶɦ-ȶɦɛ օȶɦɛʀ ɢɦօֆȶֆ... ȶɦɛʏ'ʀɛ ʀɛǟʟʟʏ ʍɛǟռ ȶօ ʍɛ.. ʝ-ʝʊֆȶ ʟɨӄɛ աɦɛռ ɨ աǟֆ ǟʟɨʋɛ..ɨ-ɨ ʝʊֆȶ աǟռȶ ȶɦɛʍ ȶօ ʟ-ʟɛǟʋɛ ʍɛ ǟʟօռɛ, ʀɛǟʟʟʏ..."

"You probably deserve it, honestly. You're probably some crazy lunatic with a delinquent record."

That seemed to make him angry, "ʏɛǟɦ, ɨ ɖɛʄɨռɨȶɛʟʏ ɖɛֆɛʀʋɛɖ ȶօ ɮɛ ɮʊʟʟɨɛɖ ǟռɖ ǟɮʊֆɛɖ ʍʏ աɦօʟɛ ʟɨʄɛ ʝʊֆȶ ɮɛƈǟʊֆɛ ɨ'ʍ զʊɨʀӄʟɛֆֆ. ɨ ɖɛʄɨռɨȶɛʟʏ ɖɛֆɛʀʋɛɖ ȶօ ɮɛ ȶօʟɖ ȶօ ȶǟӄɛ ǟ ֆաǟռ ɖɨʋɛ օʄʄ ǟ ɮʊɨʟɖɨռɢ ɨռ ɦօքɛֆ ɨ ƈօʊʟɖ ɮɛ ǟ ɦɛʀօ ɨռ ʍʏ ռɛӼȶ ʟɨʄɛ! ǟռɖ օʄ ƈօʊʀֆɛ, ɨ ɖɛֆɛʀʋɛ ȶօ ɮɛ ȶʀɛǟȶɛɖ ʟɨӄɛ ǟ ʍօռֆȶɛʀ ɮɛƈǟʊֆɛ ɨ ֆʊɖɖɛռʟʏ ɦǟʋɛ ֆօʍɛ ֆօʀȶ օʄ քօաɛʀ! ɨ օռʟʏ ɛʋɛʀ աǟռȶɛɖ ȶօ ɦɛʟք քɛօքʟɛ, ɮʊȶ ɨ ɢօȶ ʏɛǟʀֆ օʄ ǟɮʊֆɛ ɨռֆȶɛǟɖ!"The poltergiest was crying now, and sometime during his rant, bright green flames began to dance around his arms.

Sapphire didn't know what she expected, but it definitely wasn't that. "Hey, listen, I'm sorry you went through that, but you really do need to lea-" I was cut off by a shout.

"ռօ! ɨ ɖօռ'ȶ ƈǟʀɛ ɨʄ ʏօʊ աǟռȶ ʍɛ ȶօ ʟɛǟʋɛ! ʊռȶɨʟ ɨ ƈǟռ ʄɨռɖ ֆօʍɛȶɦɨռɢ ɛʟֆɛ, ɨ'ʍ ֆȶǟʏɨռɢ!"his fire was being to grow farther, licking his face, but he didn't seem to notice. Sapphire continued to persist, the fact that enraging a poltergiest wasn't a good idea never crossed her mind, "then you'd better go find something else, because you're not staying"

His flames started to die down, "ɢօ ǟաǟʏ... ʝ-ʝʊֆȶ ʟ-ʟɛǟʋɛ ʍɛ ǟʟօռɛ. ȶɦǟȶ'ֆ ǟʟʟ ɨ աǟռȶ ʀɨɢɦȶ ռօա..."

That was when it hit her. She had pointlessly angered a poltergiest, which was a very dangerous thing to do. It was best that she left now, while he still seemed to be somewhat calm. Besides, her quirk already made the connection with him, so she could just come back later.

She turned around and went back down the stairs, out of the house.

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The blue girl just left, and I'm floating in the center of the room, alone. I can't believe I actually did that. I wasn't really angry, not at all. Just scared, and sad. Scared of being forced out of this place. Sad from bringing back bad memories.

I only acted angry because I was scared, and I thought maybe it would drive her away long enough so I could find a solution.

Although, I feel really bad about it. I acted so much like Kacchan, scaring her off for my own personal gain. It wasn't a very good thing to do, but I think I had to.

I should apologize to her later, if she comes back.

I noticed two things, though. One, I actually used my new powers, which confirms that I actually am a poltergiest, and it's not just that my voice sounded strange. Two, there's a white string tied to my wrist, which seems to fade away a few inches down.

I don't know what the string is, but I leave it there.

(A/N)

Jeez, this is the longest thing I've written.