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I've been having a really hard time following this story. I think I have too many stories swirling around my head currently. So I'm sorry if this doesn't go as planned or make any sense at all. But here goes nothing. 

"Oh I'm just fine. Thanks for asking." Said a voice from behind Danny making them all jump...

They all turned around and were shocked and frightened by what they saw. 
"I am shocked and frightened by what I see." Danny said and Jesse and Becky nodded in agreement. 

She was sitting on a bench behind them but was she really? Or was she behind the bench? It was hard to tell with this one. Something about her form seemed off.
"Who are you?" Jesse asked. 
"What are you?" Danny asked and Becky elbowed him in the ribs. 
"I am a ghost of the past. My name is Taylor Saint-Clair and as I said, I'm just fine. I appreciate you asking." She gave a small smile. "Not many people ask me how I'm doing." She had large large eyes. It was almost uncanny how large her eyes were. Jesse, Becky, and Danny just stood there looking at her. "Forgive my terrible manners, I so rarely talk to anyone anymore who actually cares about manners that I seem to forget about them. Who are you?"
Jesse, Becky, and Danny just stood there looking at her. Slowly, very slowly they started to back up, then, one after the other, they all turned and ran as quickly as they could back the way they came. Danny was letting out an ear splitting screech of fear. They ran down the street, feet pounding the ground, hearts pounding in their ears, adrenaline pumping in their veins. 
"Wait.... don't go!" Taylor the ghost floated after them. "I really didn't mean to frighten you." She quickly caught up, her face dripping with ghostly tears. "Stay with me please. I haven't seen the living in so long." She grabbed a hold of Jesse's arm, but her fingers slipped through him, and he was left staring at her, a look of horror on his face. 
"What do you want with us?" He screamed at her. 
"What do you want with me?"
"Nothing!" Jesse replied. "What on this earth do you want with us?" At this statement Taylor started to sob heavily. 
"I'm not even a part of this earth anymore." She cried, wiping her nose on the back of her ghostly hand. "Why would you stage the question like that?" 
"I... uh.." Jesse looked around for support. 
"You were the three that invaded my graveyard. You were the three that walked over my grave. You were the three that woke me up tonight." 
"I'm just trying to solve my mothers death." Jesse pleaded with her.
"Yeah, show a little respect to the dead." Danny said. They all turned and looked at him. "What?"
"I AM THE DEAD YOU IDIOT." Taylor screeched. Danny fainted right away and Taylor turned back towards Jesse. "Excuse my shouting. I feel like sometimes it's the only way for me to get a point across. You said you were trying to solve your mothers death, tell me, who is your mother?" 
"Vanessa Cake." Jesse stammered. 
"Are you kidding me?" Shock spread over Taylor's pale face. 
"Why would I kid about who my mother was?"
"Of course, you're right. I'm sorry, like I've said, I sometimes forget manners. It's just, I know her."
"You what?" Becky and Jess asked in surprise.
"Yeah, we were grave mates. She was buried so close to me, you start to get to know each other pretty quickly when you've got all eternity together. Of course, I always called her Vanilla. ha. Vanilla Cake. It was my favorite dessert in life." 
"But then, surely you can help us." Jesse insisted.  

Blech. I'm done with this writing thing. I hate words. I hate the english language. I hate my life. I hate my fingers. I hate my computer. Blech. <3 <3