{"id":264461,"date":"2026-07-15T02:08:46","date_gmt":"2026-07-14T23:08:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/i-was-a-teenage-death-god-mj-beasi\/"},"modified":"2026-07-15T02:08:46","modified_gmt":"2026-07-14T23:08:46","slug":"i-was-a-teenage-death-god-mj-beasi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/i-was-a-teenage-death-god-mj-beasi\/","title":{"rendered":"I Was A Teenage Death God – MJ Beasi"},"content":{"rendered":"
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If I\u2019d somehow forgotten how annoying Lou could be, it only took her fifteen minutes to remind me. It had taken even less time to discover that feeding a hungry ghost in the shore town\u2019s offseason was easier said than done. In the heat of summer, it would be easy to casually knock shoulders with swimsuit-clad sunbathers on the crowded boardwalk, brush hands with a hotdog vendor, or befriend a bunch of high-fiving beach bros. As it was, I\u2019d managed to shake hands with a couple of sixty-plus power-walkers and some dude I gotta assume was training for membership in the Polar Bear Club.<\/p>\n

\u201cHaven\u2019t you been taking life from Sam for the past two days?\u201d I asked. \u201cShe\u2019s obviously suffering, and you look even worse. So, where\u2019s all this stolen life going? How did you get like this?\u201d \u201cStop it!\u201d Lou whimpered, uncharacteristically flustered. \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d \u201cDo you actually know anything?\u201d I asked. \u201cOr is that something else the death god twins were supposed to explain for you?\u201d \u201cI just couldn\u2019t get it all.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lou pouted. \u201cI thought I could, but Sam is too selfish.\u201d \u201cSam is selfish?\u201d I said. \u201cShe never asked for any of this! You\u2019re the one out here begging like a toddler!\u201d Then, as if to prove my point, she reverted to a full-on three-year- old. \u201cMooooooore.\u201d Despite the low volume of real-life humans available, Lou\u2019s ghostly body was growing more solid by the minute.<\/p>\n

Her urge to whine knew no bounds. \u201cJesus Christ, can you just chill?\u201d I snapped. I was on her side for once. The least she could do was let me kill my victims peacefully. \u201cI\u2019m literally taking everything I can.\u201d \u201cYou\u2019re literally not,\u201d she responded. \u201cOh what, is there an invisible street fair I\u2019m missing?\u201d<\/p>\n

I struggled to keep my voice down. \u201cOr should I have invited the cold, naked man for a romantic stroll?\u201d Lou sighed. \u201cYou\u2019re not paying attention.\u201d \u201cSo, stroll with naked man, then?\u201d I asked. \u201cThanks, that\u2019s really helpful.\u201d \u201cI know you hate me, Charlie, but if you\u2019re serious about getting what you want, you\u2019ll listen.\u201d It was the most self-aware thing Lou had ever said, though it didn\u2019t make me hate her any less.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, I\u2019m listening,\u201d I said, narrowly resisting the urge to roll my eyes. \u201cTell me what you mean.\u201d \u201cYou could take more life.\u201d Lou leaned closer. \u201cYou could take all their life. If you really wanted to.\u201d And though I knew it to be impossible, I could have sworn I felt her breath on my cheek.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou keep using the same words, but they don\u2019t make any sense,\u201d I said. \u201cHow could I take more life when there\u2019s nobody to take it from?\u201d<\/p>\n

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OceanofPDF.com For every young person questioning their existence in a world determined to erase them. You\u2019re here, you\u2019re real, and you\u2019re spectacular. OceanofPDF.com 1 UNFORTUNATELY WICKED \u201cTake it,\u201d Lou whispered. Even at a murmur, Lou\u2019s voice could cut through a crowded football stadium, never mind the morning rush at a neighborhood coffee shop. She knew this, just as she knew how much I valued my personal space. But since making me miserable was her only hobby, she\u2019d glued herself to my side.<\/p>\n

I jabbed her ribs with my elbow, not that ghosts cared much about that sort of thing. \u201cGet off me,\u201d I said. \u201cAnd I don\u2019t want to.\u201d Her mouth curled into a sickening grin. \u201cTake it, or you\u2019ll be sorry.\u201d \u201cSorry\u201d was the story of my life. And like most of my stories, this one began with Lou. That feels like a sentimental thing to say about the person I despised most in the world\u2014and by \u201csentimental,\u201d I mean \u201ctotal garbage\u201d\u2014but it was the truth.<\/p>\n

Well, maybe this story didn\u2019t begin with Lou. It began with the voices. I\u2019d always heard the voices. I couldn\u2019t remember a time when they weren\u2019t there, hovering around the edges of my waking thoughts, invading my dreams like a swarm of angry bees. I couldn\u2019t make out the words, but I understood they wanted something.<\/p>\n

They didn\u2019t scare me, but they wore on me, until they\u2019d been there so long that I forgot we were separate entities. I was a stone in the river, smoothed and shaped by the rushing water, oblivious to my future as a tiny grain of sand.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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