Alleyway murder

   The chilling squeak of leather shoes echoed down the dank alleyway. Beads of sweat appeared on Ben's forehead as he tried to escape from his stalker.  Creeping round a corner, he peered into the darkness. Nothing. For some, this would be a sign screaming out DANGER but Ben was careless. He breathed out a sigh of relief and carried on walking. Suddenly, a gun was pressed to his temple. Panic took over Ben's body. He froze. Just shoot me, he thought. His wishes came true.  I was there, so I should know. You see, I am Ben.1

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A blood-curdling scream rang through the city. In a matter of minutes, all types of people were at the crime scene. Doctors, police, even fireman but, worse of all... the dreaded press.  Everywhere you could hear the constant clicking of the cameras, or the annoying questions shouted in your ear. I  casually drifted slowly in between the people, listening to the conversations.3

"Such a handsome boy," Well, of course.4

"He was so well-behaved," Obviously someone who didn't know me very well. I suppose you're thinking, why didn't you just fly back into your body and be alive again, just like that? It's impossible. I tried! You watch too much TV.5

When I was alive, I had striking blue eyes with stylish blond hair. Well, to tell you the truth, I had grey, watery, dull eyes with brown, greasy hair but what's wrong with exaggerating a little? Anyway, everybody was crowding round me for the first time in my life, even though I'm dead which means I don't have a life, but we're wondering off from the story.  I only had one mission, which was to find my murderer!!! As a ghost, I had developed a keen sense of smell. My murderer had been wearing a distinctive aftershave so I went sniffing around for that, as if I were some kind of dog. There! I caught a whiff of it on the wind. Revenge would soon be mine.            6