"Welcome to my world." she said.
"What the hell is going on?" the girl asked, tears streaming down her face.
"Whatever you do, don't look back ok?"
The girl was a typical teenager so she did exactly what she was told not to do. She regretted that instantly.
"Is this some kind of sick joke?"
"I suppose life is in a way." she was looking over the girl's body as she spoke. She had been right: it had been nasty. She had clearly hit her face on something on her way down - she could tell from the way the nose looked out of shape and the jaw was disfigured.
"Just tell me what is going on!"
She went over to the girl and walked her away from the commotion.
"Do you want the blunt version or the soft version?"
"You just died."
The girl looked back over her body.
She nodded. The girl broke down into tears.
"What's your name?" she asked the clearly upset girl.
"Sophie. I'm Sophie."
"Well Sophie, welcome to death. It's a rave." she sounded very sarcastic.
"So what's the blunt version then?"
She took Sophie's hand and led her back they way they had just come. She took her head in both hands and twisted it to face Sophie's corpse.
"That's you." she said, pointing.
Sophie looked at the mangled face and misshapen torso and wanted to be sick. But, being a ghost, she struggled.