Ghost Stories

The world fades to black when I hear the dreaded gunshot, the bullet colliding with my skull, breaking it into a million pieces. My brain matter and blood sprays all over the cold, hard ground of the dark and desolate alleyway.

When I wake up, I am floating, my whole body feels weightless. Where the fuck am I? I think as I take in my surroundings. I am in a seemingly endless white void. The blinding whiteness stretches for an eternity in all directions, there is no walls, no ground…no nothing. I am alone, I...I am dead. I try screaming although I hear nothing in return, but the suffocating silence of my damned existence. I must be in some sort of purgatory, neither heaven nor hell. Well at least I’m not in hell I think as I try to find optimism in my surroundings fit only for a pessimist. I begin to think of my life that was taken from me rather unfairly and of the people I left behind, and of the future I dreamed of that I will never see. All I want to do right now is crawl into a corner and cry until my tear ducts are dried up. But of course I can’t do that because I can’t even cry nor move. I can only float. It is then that I realize that my body is transparent and I am in some sort of white robe. Well shit could I at least of been in something I wanted to wear for example skinny jeans and a Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt. Maybe I am in Hell and this is their way of punishing me…well fuck they’re doing a good job at that. I don’t know how long I’ve been dead but it feels like an eternity. I spend this time wallowing in my own self-pity, thinking of what could have been, and hating whatever god or creature put me here. Until one day when I hear the steady beat of a marching drum. I only hear it slightly at first but then it grows closer and closer until I finally see something in this otherwise lonely white void. I see a mass of black in the distance.

Notes

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