[ WP ] A dead murderer possesses the body of his son so he can finish off his last victim , a little girl . Unfortunately , it 's been well over a decade , and the son and victim are dating .

For the past 10 years I've roamed the earth as a ghost. It's lonely at times but you get used to it. When your dead you have the chance to do one last thing before you either go to Heaven or Hell. In my case it was hell. I could have went to Hell a long time ago but I decided to stick around. A lot of us lost souls do. Too afraid to let go of our old lives that we stick around as long as we can but being stuck in limbo is not fun. It is n't meant to be. The days go by very slow. It feels slow because you ca n't actually do anything. You can only observe. You only have the ability to do something when you've decided to go to your `` final destination''. 
 
 I decided it was time for me to leave the world of the living. I knew Hell was waiting for me but I could n't imagine it was much worse then this. Just minutes going by so slow unable to act on any of the urges you feel. It's torture. 
 
 In order to do your unfinished business you had to pick a host. I decided to pick my son. I did n't care much for him when he was a child, I did n't care much for anyone really. I did however stayed with him during these past 10 years. Watching him. Wondering how someone like me could have such an amazing child. He was. I'm not sentimental but he was amazing. He was tall, handsome, funny and most of all brilliant. His mind was like no other. He could charm the panties of a Nun. Something I know he got from me. 
 
 I died when my son was 10. I left before he was born. So I never got to meet him. I left his mother because she was unattractive, dumb and very clingy. I basically used her for a place to stay. She did n't ask much of me. She did want sex occasionally and with enough liquor the sex was n't half bad. Problem was I got so drunk I almost never got a condom on. So she got pregnant. I was so upset and I wanted to kill but killing her would give me no thrill. She was pathetic and killing someone that pathetic is like killing a puppy. There is no reason to. 
 
 I liked killing blonde hair little girls and their mothers. It was fun for me. I had only killed three mothers and 2 daughters. The third mother I had killed had a 9 year old little girl. I tried to be real quiet while breaking in but I had made some noise and the mother came running downstairs. I knew I had to attack. It was going to be sloppy and I did n't care for sloppy but I could n't leave her alive to tell on me. Normally I'd tip toe into their room and inject a needle loaded with a heavy sedative so that they could stay asleep. Then I would proceed with the slicing and dicing. 
 
 When the mother came flying down the stairs I knew I was made. I decided to just lunge at her. She put up a fight. In all of the commotion I did n't even bother to think of the little girl. Only that I needed to end this lady and leave as fast as I could. During our scuffle I managed to fall down just close enough to the fire place that I could grab a poker and swing it into this lady's skull. She was out. I removed the poker from her head and kept swinging and swinging it at her. She was done but I was n't. 
 
 I had enough time left over so I decided to go into the little girls room. When I peaked in she was n't on her bed. She managed to escape from her bedroom window. She probably ran for help so I knew I needed to bail before she got back with the police. 
 
 I got into my car and hauled ass out of that street. I was driving so fast I drove the a red light. It was bad timing because a truck coming from my drivers side hit me. I was killed instantly. So there I was dead. A cliche white light appeared and although I could hear nothing verbally or see anything there was now an knowledge I now had. I knew where I was meant to go to Hell but I could stay for one last unfinished business and that when I decided to do it I'd had to pick a host. I now understood this so I decided to stick around and watch my son grow up until I decided when and what my unfinished business was. 
 
 Today was going to be it. I watched my son sleep peacefully. I did n't know how taking over his body might affect him so I decided to just do while he was asleep. It was hard really. I just said to myself `` Put me in his body.'' When I blinked I was now inside my son. I could feel all of my senses heightened but times a million. It felt like nothing I've ever felt before. I did n't know if it because I was a ghost and had some type of extra senses or because I had n't touched, smell, or hear anything for 10 years. It did n't matter. I was free. 
 
 My unfinished business I had decided would be to kill the little girl I did n't kill 10 years ago. I had scoped her out for a few weeks prior mainly to work and school. She had a routine and I wanted to capitalize on that. I decided to `` run into her'' at school. Since my son also attended that college I figured it would be easy enough. My son was handsome and charming I just had to turn up the charm and hopefully get in good with her. 
 
 So I waited outside of her class room. I did n't want to do anything cheesy so I decided I would just ask her out. To my surprise she said yes. I knew my son had it but I figured she would at least make me/him work for it. She kissed me on the cheek and said she would call me later. 
 
 I thought it was strange she said she would call me later I did n't give her my/my sons number. I did n't give it much more thought. I pulled my cell phone from my pants. Looked at it trying to figure out how it worked and waited until she called. 
 
 She called around 10pm. When she called I answered real sweet. `` You called!'' She did n't sound as happy. All she said was `` Dennis I love you. Thank you for giving me the best few weeks of my life but you ca n't save me. I know you tried but I just ca n't do this anymore.'' Her voice was strong. She sounded as if she was just a second away from losing all composure. I was n't sure what to say. I just replied `` Then do n't do it anymore. But whatever it is we can figure it out. Can we meet up to talk?'' She paused. I waited anxiously. `` Yeah. Can you be here in about two hours? I'll leave the door unlocked just let yourself in.'' She hangs up. She does n't even say goodbye. I did n't care I was over the moon. Man this was so much easier than I thought. She basically invited me to kill her! I had planned this out quite carefully. I did n't want my son to be blamed for this murder so I planned this long and hard. 
 
 When I arrived to her house I let myself in. I called out her name but no reply. I looked around and their were pictures of her mother everywhere. It was like a museum of this women. When I finally made my way to the kitchen without seeing this girl I decided to make my way upstairs. There were 4 doors on this floor but only one with a light on. I opened it up slowly and when I finally opened it all the way i was shocked to see her hanging from her ceiling. She had killed herself. A note lied on the bed. It reads. 
 
 `` Dennis, 
 
 When I met you in group therapy I thought we'd have nothing in common. I know we had two absent parents but my mother was brutally killed and your father just left you. How could you know my pain. You somehow convinced me you did and that I was stronger then my pain but I'm not. The ghost of my mother still haunts me. I can still hear her screams. I just want to make it all go away. I want to be with her finally. I miss her so much. I hope you can forgive me for doing this to you but I just ca n't looking to you to keep me planted in reality. Thank you for giving me the best last months of my life. Take care and do good things'' 
 
 Before I could even process my thoughts I was instantly removed from my sons body. I now stood next to him as he discovered his girlfriend hanging from the ceiling. He screams and frantically tries to get her down. He calls 911. I know I only have one chance at unfinished business and if it fails then you are sent directly to Heaven or Hell. I knew I had to go to Hell. In all this time I did n't feel liked I deserved to go to Hell. I mean I knew I had to but I did n't feel bad for my crimes until now. I may be going to Hell but now I forced my son to live it on earth. I'm instantly sucked out of this world and thrown straight into the pits. 
 
 It was a hot jail like cell. I had no bed, no toilet. Just a tv. The TV was set to the scene of my son outside talking to police explaining how he must have arranged to meet her here and walked in on her hanging. He had the text to prove it and would n't get in trouble but now I had to watch my amazing, handsome, funny smart son destroy his life. Destroy everything. There was no good in me but I was happy knowing there was a lot of good in him. 
 
 For the rest of my sons life I watched him tear his life apart in the worst ways. Had you asked me if my son would go to Heaven or Hell when he died my money would be on the big beautiful place in the sky. Instead years later my son now sits next to me as we watch all the rest of the lives we both destroyed. 

