So after the success of my last South Park story, I decided to write another one. I hope you guys like this one as much as I do!

Summary: They say that once someone is dead, that they're gone for good. That even though they are gone, they still live in our memories. Not entirely true. In fact, it's the opposite. My name is Tweek Tweak, and I can communicate with the dead. Ghost!Creek Kyman AU. Rating may go up.

Main Pairing: Creek (Craig/Tweek)

Kyman (Kyle/Cartman)

Other Pairings: To be added in later.

Long lost words whisper slowly to me

Still can't find what keeps me here

When all this time I've been so hollow inside

I know you're still there

Watching me, wanting me

I can feel you pull me down

Fearing you, loving you

I won't let you pull me down

Evanescense- Haunted

"Help me."

"Save me from the fate I have woven."

"Save me from him."

Help us. Help usssssss."

I shoke my head in an effort to get the voices to go away. But they just kept coming back. No matter how hard I try, they always seem to find another way to bother me.

No, I'm not crazy. I don't have MPD or a split personality, and I'm not possessed. I'm like that kid from the Sixth Sense. Yeah, you heard correctly.

My name is Tweek Tweak, and I can communicate with the dead.

Not just see them, I can here them too. Their voices overwhelm me a lot, and is makes it hard to think sometimes. Sometimes their voices speak to me, and other times they recite words, phrases, and conversation from their past life.

Like now.

"Please just let me go! I just want to go back home!"

You and me both. I really hated walking to school in the rain.

"Blood, death, bodies, murder, kill..."

I grabbed a fistful of my blonde hair, and yanked on it. Lots of times the voices say very dark things that make me want to scream.

"Don't kill me please!"

"Please spare me!"

"I'm too young to die!"

"I'll do anything!"

I tugged at my hair again. I was starting to get a headache.

"I'LL KILL YOU."

ARGH! I yanked out a chunk of my golden blonde hair as the deep, demonic voice ripped through my head. That voice was scary and new. I've never heard it before.

"Hey Tweek!"

I let out a loud shriek, and nearly jumped into the tree I was walking past. I can get scared very easily. Especially after hearing creepy taboo ghost voices.

I turned in the direction of the voice, and saw it was just my friend, Clyde Donovan.

"Hey Tweek." He greeted me. "What's up?"

"AUGH! You scared me." I told him.

"Yeah I could tell." He laughed and continued walking. "Come on, we're gonna be late for school."

School. It was a word that scared me. I have a few friends. There's Clyde, Token, Kevin, and Jimmy, plus others I talk to sometimes. But even at school, the voices don't give me a break. I even tend to pass out because they torment me to the point where I just faint. Then I wake up in the nurse's office sometime later with a killer headache. No one else knows I have this "gift." They dismiss my black out episodes as anxiety attacks because I actually DO have anxiety. It really sucks.

I can see them too. They torment me with their bloody, gruesome faces that may have before been beautiful. They call out to me to save them. They make requests I can sometimes go through with. Other times, not so much. Some of them don't even know they're dead.

I stop looking at the sidewalk, and glance up. I nearly had a heart attack when I saw a man hanging from a tree, and noose around his neck. He opened his bloody eyes and stared right at me.

"Help me."

And then... nothing.

I woke up later on my couch. I must have passed out again.

"Oh good you're awake." My mom said, after walking into the room.

"What happened? Gah!" I asked.

"Your friend Clyde called and said you passed out on the sidewalk. I came and picked you up and brought you home." She replied, holding out a white mug to me. "Here, have some coffee."

I accepted the mug, and took a long swig. Coffee was the one thing that I could really find comfort in. It was warm and comforting, and wasn't covered in blood and guts.

"Thanks mom." I yawned, placing the mug on the coffee table.

"Why don't you get some rest?" Mom suggested. "It'll make you feel better."

"Okay." I laid on the couch, closing my eyes. Maybe this time I won't get woken up by apparitions or voices again.

"Please leave me alone!"

"I will never leave you alone."

It's that demon voice again. Oh Jesus no!

"But I don't wanna die!"

"Well that's too bad."

"I'll call the police!"

"I WILL KILL YOU."

I woke up screaming. I tumbled off the couch, hitting the side of my head. Dazed, I stood, rubbing my aching forehead.

"No! No! I won't let you!"

"Where you do think you're going?"

"Away from here!"

"You're not going anywhere!"

"Not if I can help it!"

This conversation from beyond ironically sounds a lot like my life. In a way.

"No matter where you go, I will always be one step ahead of you! I won't stop tormenting you until you're finally dead!"

Yep, it's exactly like my life.

A/N: Yaaaaay I finally posted this! I was really excited to write it, and here it is! Was it good? Bad? Ehh? Hope you guys liked, and I'll catch you later!

Toodle-o!

-Liv