~~~This is my first time posting a story on here. The first paragraph is kinda short so I have the second one with it. I hope you enjoy it~~~ ---I had a dream one night, I sat in my room. The door was closed but a figure walked through it and came to where I sat on the floor. "Rise Grace, your brother sent me." my brother?? He's been dead for 2 years now. He died in a car accident when a motorcycle in front of him swerved and hit another car that car swung around and hit him. The stranger, obviously insane, stretches his hand out for me to take. His skin is pale white and his eyes are lifeless. His body looks frail. He looks like he's my brothers age. Overall he probably was once a good looking guy. Then out of shock it finally hits me. He's a ghost! ---I try to back away but then he just gets closer. Then I hear something in heels walk down the hallway to my room. A pale skinned woman about the age of 25 walked in wearing a frilly vintage dark navy dress. In one hand she holds a book labeled "death times for children 10-15" and her other hand was a scythe. "Don't touch her yet, Derrick. It isn't her time, she's only 13, she doesn't die until 93. Drop your hand." his body stays there but his actual ghost form pours out of him. He floats up to the woman. "No. Michael sent me to retrieve her. There's supposed to be a tragic event in which the devil takes her instead but she has no previous memories and she is a Christian. That is unfair to her so I'm here to get her back." by this time, this little idiot here (me) just sat on the floor scared. Now I'm confused. Past memories?