This morning while silver frost still covered the landscape like a wedding gown, I left my mansion. I could almost feel the chill of the morning. To be honest early sunlit mornings always raise my mood, it makes me feel like once again I fit in, with the pale light and the crystallized grass, my pale ghostly self fit like a puzzle. I clutched my carpet bag with both my hands as I made my way down the empty road. Another reason why early mornings are the best, I can make myself more visible, when all human eyes are closed and the world is still as a stone I can pretend I am alive. Of course I could chose to float down to the station but I had too much time on me. So step by step I walked down the road. By now it's hard to tell how much time passed, but eventually I abandoned the road and walked into the forest. I remember how annoying walking in forest was when I was alive, walking around trees and cutting my legs on bushes. Now as swift as a cloud I walked around. A speck of red appeared in between the trees in the distance. The station. An abandoned shack of a building with brick walls and remains of a green tiled roof. A large clock sat perched on a high rusty brown pole on the station beside the rails. Rails, if you could still call them that. Knee high grass and a birch tree grew among the two rusted rails. In the brick building among there was a large arch. Inside the remains of a ticket booth and some bench outlines lay scattered. In the ticket booth a smiling ghost stood. A wrinkly smile grew across his face as he saw me.
"Good morning miss!" He said
"One ticket to Psychic High School please." I said as I placed two golden coins on the counter in front of him. He handed me the ticket and took the coins. "Thank you."
"Have a nice journey." He grinned at me.
I sat down on one of the only still standing benches and observed the ticket. Yet again I don't know how much time passed but soon I wasn't the only one sitting on the bench. About five ghosts and a fairy waited patiently around the room.
A large, bold red steam engine whistled into the station. The room quickly emptied out as we made are way outside, I smiled goodbye at the ticket seller and stepped out. The train was nearly empty so I sat alone on a red velvet bench. A ghost came by and punched my ticket at some point. Slowly we steamed are way through the country, invisible to human eye. At some point the train emptied out but next station filled again with dozens of young creatures. A mermaid and a vampire sat in the stall with me. We talked a bit about the weather and about ourselves, just small talk. Both were also going for the first time to Psychic High School.
A rush of excitement shivered through my body when I saw the grand school appear through the trees in front of me. For the first time in a long time, I felt as if I was home.

I have had a long ghostly life since I died, hanged for murdering a friend. I will say it once and not again, it was not me. I was 23 years old and the year was 1920. I was studying literature in the university in Paris. My entire living life I had spent in Paris growing up with class and style. I was engaged with the love of my life, a starry eyed gentleman from London. He was the reason I chose to be a ghost, I could have passed on to heaven but instead I dedicated my ghostly years on making sure he would live life to the fullest. Time passed and his life ended, he died of old age. And though I have been looking for two months in the spirit world, I am almost sure he chose to go to heaven. Now I have nothing to occupy my dead life with and yesterday I decided to enroll at Psychic High School.