Afterlivin' ('series')

"I DON’T BELIEVE IT! I JUST DON’T BELIEVE IT!"

Shammelia Rox all but disintegrated the Afterlife’s newspaper she had been previously pouring over after reading the stomach churning article. An apprentice?! How could they do this to her?! She was Afterville’s leading universal poltergeist! She was a legend, and enigma! Mothers told their children terrifying stories of her less than loving deeds just to get them to fall asleep! She was famous!!!

"An apprentice?? Why the heck do they think I need an heir?" she asked herself heatedly, "What, am I gonna die again?"

In case you haven’t caught on yet, Shamm was slightly miffed about this situation. Good thing the author’s interactive, huh? Ya woulda never figured it out on your own. I’m just here to help, ladies and ghosts. Anyway, perhaps I should explain what’s goin’ on here. Welcome to Afterville, where death is only the beginning! (They really should rephrase their welcome sign)

Yuppers, Shamm is indeed, dead. Deceased. A ghost. A spirit. A paranormal imprint of a departed soul. A poltergeist. But not just any poltergeist. A Universal Poltergeist. This probably means nothing to you. Ya see, most people, when they die, are confined to only one area of haunting. A house, a barn, a field, a moor, a castle, a hotel, a gas station for cryin’ out loud, anywhere they die. The only other place they have to go to is the Afterworld. And that place is weird. And it just so happens to be where most of this plot is set. As you can imagine, it’s gotta be big, what with all the souls that reside there. I mean we got Afterville, Aftercity, Aftertown, Afterport, Afterbrook, Afterdale, Afterpark, or my personal favorite, Afterpub. Heh.....That one was a joke.

I digress.

Our leadin’ lady is renowned on Earth and the Afterworld for her horror filled hauntings and frightfully frightening fright fests.(I love alliterations, don’t you?) So why would she need an apprentice?

That’s exactly what she’s wondering.