Hello, my name is Alice and I was killed on my twenty-fifth birthday by a good man with a bad soul. He was crazed and every year on his birthday he would go to his birth place and **** the number of people as the second digit of his age, if it was one like it was this year he would add up both digits and **** that many people. This year he was turning thirty-one so he killed four people; I was the fourth. I got in a couple of good hits, not enough to hurt him but jut enough to slow him down. Just as he was finishing he said that he knew that I wouldn't reach the afterlife, be it Heaven or Hell; I would walk the earth as a ghost. So he invited me to assist him in his birthday tradition; so now I wander the earth choosing victims for next year.
Goodbye... For now.