You dream a lot when you sleep.

In fact, you could probably remember all of them from the past week, in almost exact detail.

Almost all of them involved ghosts, and almost all of them had unhappy endings.

You couldn't really classify them as nightmares though, just sad stories.

This dream wasn't like the last ones. The giant marble pillar that you sat on in a dark purple empty void was a brand new experience. This, this seemed and felt like a nightmare. Your surroundings felt so vast and unknown and because you had extreme anxiety and awareness for what could or was about to come.

The voice that came a few minutes after, raised every single hair on the back of your neck and arms while your fingers clamped up.

"Your quota needs to be met. You need to pass one five." These words were repeated twice in the same speed and vocal. You felt as if someone was watching you but as you looked around there was no one to be found. The voice sounded so alluring and calm, but also one that would be able to cause great things, and with that, it also intimated you greatly.

"Diligence will reward you. Diligence is the key to pass them on." These words were repeated as well, and once they were done both were said compounded.

"Good luck."

You could hear the sound of the final late bell for class as your eyes opened to the ceiling of the bathroom. Groggily sitting yourself up and wiping the drying vomit from your mouth with your shoulder sleeve, you get yourself to your feet as you grab your bag and flush the toilet.

You didn't know what the words of your dream meant, and if you should actually take it seriously at all.

What mattered right now though is that you just fucking fainted after throwing up.

You were feeling better but there was still an aching burning sensation in your chest that was starting to worry you.

You go to the nurse

Fuck this, you weren't about to deal with this shit for the next seven hours, you were going home.

Exiting the bathroom, you shuffled on in the empty hallways while keeping your head down in case any teacher were to give you trouble for not being class. Reaching the nurse's office and entering the main reception room, the smell of medicine and cleanliness enters your nostrils, it made the sick feeling in your stomach start to grow again, albeit for different reasons.

The nurse, who was the front desk filling out some paperwork, immediately lifted her head as soon as you walked in.

"Do you have a pass?"

Immediately she gave the same old first question she gives everyone when they walk in.

"Ah no, I didn't go to first period I went straight here. I just threw up in the bathroom and I'm not feeling well..." You say as she gives you a quick look over.

"You could of at least saved us both the trouble and just stayed home. Come here and sign in and go have a seat in the back. What's your ID number?" She grumbles with a hint of annoyance.

"223312."

Typing in the numbers on the computer by her, she nods towards the sign in sheet as you do as you're told.

"Do you want me to call your mom or your dad?"

"Mom please."

Filling out the sign in sheet you take a seat in the back medical area and wait for your ride.

"You should have told me that you were feeling sick before you left, I was in the middle of cooking something." Your mom lectures you in the car while you look out the passenger window, listening to her with half your attention.

"You could of at least grabbed your homework from class or something, I don't want you playing any video games or anything. You go straight to bed while I go buy something from the pharmacy."

"OK." You mumble through your palm that's resting against your cheek.

Upon getting home, you go straight upstairs as you were ordered and face plant onto your bed in exhaustion.

Normally you would ignore your mom and get straight online, though you were really were feeling like shit, so you decided against it. At least for the time being.

With your mom coming back from the pharmacy and giving you something to take in, you spend the remainder of your late morning in bed, though as soon as you can tell that your mom had left the house to go do some errands, you immediately hop onto your computer now that your stomach had settled to just an annoyance rather than a hindrance.

Logging into your desktop, you start aimlessly browsing around on the net, looking at random articles and looking at headlines to try and pass the time.

For some reason though, the computer seems to be acting really slow. Not the kind of slow that comes from shitty internet, but just constant stuttering of just about everything non-internet related. This computer wasn't that fucking bad, while you started to check the inner settings to see what the fuck was wrong, the whole thing just went black. Thinking that the computer shut itself off, you start to reach for the power button to see that the computer is still on. A little freaked out and worried now, you were praying to god that you didn't download any shitty virus that fucked up your system.

The computer monitor after a few moments turned itself back on and what was on the screen tensed up your whole body.

It was liveleak.

You death sites

You weren't in control of the mouse, it was moving all on its own as it was traversing through liveleak. You were a little too scared to see what would happen if you tried to take control of it, so you just let it do its thing.

Multiple tabs started opening up instantaneously, photos of people, clippings of news reports, what really fucked with you though were uncensored pictures of corpses and crimes scenes that were the most numerous out of it all.

A new internet window opened up, taking up most of the screen up with it. You looked to see that it was notepad, and almost immediately words started to appear, and you read them as they were typed out.

G- It's been a while since I've last had contact with a Warden, your kind's power has been rather elusive and it's hard finding a partner for my quotas. Luckily your search history pretty much confirms all my suspicions.

The words stopped typing, and you just stared in silence for a moment.

G- You wanna ask me any questions (:??

Your hands trembled a bit as they started typing on the keyboard.

Who are you?

G- You can refer to me as G, we're going to be talking a lot so let's just keep it at that, don't ask me anything else about myself, and don't try to pry into who or what I am, understood??

You reflexively scowled at what you just read, and 'G' quickly responded to this.

G- Don't make such a poor face, I usually come off quite strongly with that first impression but it's a given after my time working with you guys. (:

She saw you fucking scowl?!

Confused at first, you then take direct notice the webcam that sits next to your monitor, with quick haste you turn it backwards so it faces the wall behind it.

G- Awwwww why'd you have to go and spoil all the fun :(

Thinking of what to type at first, you look over at your microphone that's also connected to your PC, and try to test something out.

"Who are you and what do you want."

It takes a moment, but the typing starts once again.

G- I already told you, you can call me G. Also, it's not really want per say, but it's what will benefit us both in the long run, I am contracted to you until you meet your quota until then we both have to work together to solve crimes and help spirits move on to ascension past this plane. I know that you see ghosts, and that is exactly what I have contacted you, my quota itself will meet its deadline at the same time yours will, so both of us meeting the goal would be a win-win. Now since I'm guessing you're new at this, I should explain to you this full phenomenon that you've had your entire life, while also giving insight on the quotas?"

You ignore the offer

You didn't who the fuck this person was and you were getting bad vibes from this interaction since the beginning of it. You didn't it would give you the freedom of choice on whether or not to participate, but it was best to take advantage of this and opt out quickly before it changed its mind.

"Sorry but no thank you, this seems sketchy as fuck and I want no part in this, don't contact me again." With those words being sternly said, you unplugged your PC tower before you could get a response. You felt a little stupid for being so demanding when you said those words since you were in no position to do that, but surprisingly to you, there were no immediate repercussions like getting electrified to death or something.

You were a little paranoid about getting back online, however, so you took your moms advice and slept your stomach problems off for the rest of the day.

Weeks Later

You had thought the stomachache would pass with time and over the counter medicine, but it only went on to become worse with each passing day. It got to the point at which you couldn't stand for long periods of time without having to lay back down.

Your mom thought you were faking the pain at first, but it didn't take long for her to see that the situation was serious, and scheduled a doctors appointment as soon as one would be possible. Though you honestly wished your mom had just taken you straight to the emergency room, as you weren't exaggerating when you said that you wouldn't last until the doctor's appointment.

As it would have it, it seemed like that would be the case. During one of your usual days of resting in bed while your mom was at work, your eyes got heavy and you slowly shut them while thinking you would take a pretty quick nap before your mom was to get home.

You never woke up.