Revenge of the Dead (Original Story)

Hi, I'm Kensy May Jackson, but my friends called my Ken. I know it's a guy's name, but I don't mind. I have blonde hair and dark green eyes. I was 17 when I was murdered. I was at that age where I still didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, but was getting close to figuring it out. I was thinking about becoming a nurse, so I could help people get better. Save lifes. That kind of stuff. I was also a tomboy. That's why I don't mind being called Ken. It fits into my personality.

I wanted to get married, have kids. I already had a girl name picked out. Vada Marie. I guess that will never happen now thanks to him.

My day of death is May 23, 2005. I died of bloodloss. My murderer cut my throat and I bled out. Gruesome I know but it's what happened.

My murderer was way older than me, but he told me he loved me. He got me to trust him by giving me gifts. Diamonds, money, that kind of stuff. He touched me, but I didn't really mind all that much because I thought he loved me. I mean I was kind of upset but only because I wanted to save myself for when I got married. I loved him though. I thought we would get married when I turned 18.
I thought that's what would happen, but I was wrong. Way wrong.

I was there to witness my funeral and to see my mom break down and try to kill herself. Thank God my dad was there to knock the pills out of her hand. It was horrible to watch my family go through this so with one last good-bye, left my home for good.

Years passed and I watched my murderer in action over and over. I wanted
to kill him, but how do you when you're a ghost? I wanted to get him caught so he'd go to jail, but I couldn't not on my own. Then I saw him in action once again on March 12th, 2010. He had this girl, I thought she was a nice girl, younger than me, easy to get long with from the looks of it. Easy prey as he called it. I was there as she died. I saw the life drain from her eyes and I cried.

From that point, I watched her. I saw her funeral, I watched her watch her parents, I watched as her father left her mother, all of it. I saw her pain even though she tried to hide it.

I wish I knew her name. I want to talk to her really bad, but not yet. She needs more time. Why do I want to talk to her so bad? Because I think we can finally get our Revenge. Finally after watching him kill two more girls, I decided it was time to introduce myself. Wish me luck.