Prolly should have checked how the votes were looking, I was deciding between aliens and monsters.
You would have just ended up with Alien Cultists in the case of a tie. Also, got this out a bit earlier that I expected. Woot!
[] Girl
[] The rule of Cool!
[] Cult that wants to awaken a great evil!
[] Already dead.
Here comes the description train
You have to admit, some days it was quite hard being as cool as you were. Sure, you were wearing the same clothes as yesterday, but they were just so awesome! You had a rocking black Delgados t-shirt, sporting "ALL YOU NEED IS HATE" in English, the purple plaid uniform skirt from your old school accessorized with a loose slung belt, black tights that ran just high enough to only leave the barest hint of skin between them and your skirt (you've never heard of Zettai Ryouiki and even if you had, you certainly wouldn't dress in a way to take advantage of it! It's a coincidence. Coincidence!), and boots cinched closed with three fashionable buckles completing your basic outfit. You thought that alone was pretty awesome, but then you started on your outerwear! An ankle length, pristine white long coat fluttered softly in the wind as you surreptitiously
admired glanced at your reflection in a nearby shop window. Your lower face was hidden by the fuzzy black scarf wrapped around your neck. Most of your black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, but you left two locks free, framing your face. You adjust your bulky retro headphones until they're sitting just right and smirk as you stare into your reflection's chocolaty eyes. With a grin, you wink at yourself and continue down the street. Yeah, you're cool. In fact, you were confident not a soul alive was as cool as you were, mostly because you were already dead.
Dying wasn't that big of a deal. Yeah, it hurt a bit, and it really sucked, but mostly you wished you had died doing something cool, like pushing a child out of the way of a car, rescuing a cat from a burning building, or being swallowed by a 25 foot tall tide of molasses. Instead you had died of a cardiac arrest the day before you were to graduate high school. Apparently, you had a rare congenital heart defect that meant you were unlikely to make it to 25, even if you hadn't died, but you weren't bitter about that. Nope! You're cool like that.
You didn't know why you had become a ghost instead of going wherever, but it had some pretty sweet perks. There were the standard things shown on TV, going to your own funeral (not as much fun as it sounds), sneaking into places you couldn't before (like the
boys locker room nearby nuclear power plant), and scaring people via their bathroom mirrors (like that one ex-boyfriend of yours. Hilarious). That was a thing, most people couldn't see or hear you, but they could see your reflection. You learned that when your Mom freaked when she saw your reflection in the TV. You stopped hanging around there so much after that (though you still visited every day at dinner to check up on them). The coolest part about being a ghost was what you liked to call your powers.
[] You can cast magic "spells"
[] You have this awesome weapon
[] Describe
[] You can read minds
[] You can "posses" objects
Still, most of the time you were doing what you were doing right now, that is, just wandering through Tokyo, listening to some cool beats (Your music player never needed recharging now that you're dead!), and people watching. You used to hate how crowded the streets would get at this time of night, but now you could just walk right through people (Ghost powers for the win!). You're just musing on this when suddenly something bumps into you.
"Hey, watch it!" A girl your age growls at you before turning and walking away.
"Sorry!" You call after her.
Wait.
She can see you? She can touch you?! What?
[] Go talk to her
[] Follow her, all sneaky like
[] Ignore the girl and go back to people watching
or try to, anyway. 
