GHOST STORY
The first time I died was when I fell in love. The second time I died was when I was betrayed by my best friend. And the third time I died was well.....this morning. I promise you're gonna like this story. A Ghost Story. You think humans are the only authors? You might be surprised at how well a ghost can hone his skills with words and a pen.
So back to how I died. There were mornings when I woke up with feelings of emptiness, often times that lasted the whole day. Today was no different but it felt strange; it was like I was no longer a part of everything I used to know....an abyssal feeling of numbness. I tried to scream in my mind but I just laid on the bed staring at the ceiling mindlessly. Samuel, my roommate snored on in heavy sleeping beside me. Sigh, it seemed as if nothing ever bothered him. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep again.
I must have been asleep for hours because by the time I woke up it was almost afternoon. I checked the time and saw that it was 11:27am. I made to get out of bed but that feeling of numbness and emptiness came back again, this time a lot stronger. I heaved and touched my skin, so cold. I shrugged it off and went to the bathroom. I was staring at my reflection in the mirror whilst also reflecting on my life. A youngsters life shouldn't be this hard, I thought. I was barely 20 years of age but with the life experiences I had I felt like I was 35. I heaved a sigh and just as I was about to pick up my toothbrush a scream from outside caught my attention.
I had thought it was just another of the usual hostel fights but boy I was so wrong. I was going to discard it but I listened closely and I noticed the shouts and screams were getting closer to my room. "Samuel?", I could pick his voice from amongst the group of humans making their way towards our abode and I wondered what trouble he could have possibly caused. I waited with bated breath till I was sure they were coming to my room. As the door opened I came out of the bathroom as well and the sight that greeted me shook me to my bones. Do ghosts have bones? I was there, on the ground. Blood splattered, my guts baring out in the open, my skull was missing an eye....all a gory murder sight.
The noise of the wailing crowd drowned out in my ears, it felt like a faraway whisper fading away with distance. I looked at the crowd full of mournful acrobatics and tearful screams and looked back at my corpse on the floor; if it could still be called a corpse. The world suddenly sounded abstract and I couldn't feel it anymore. I was no longer a part of it. Realizations dawned on me, I was dead. Gone. Obliterated to oblivion. I would become a memory that would seemingly fade away....Wait, memory? It all came rushing back to me. Samuel, my roommate, his girlfriend and mine, together with myself in this same room the previous night...
I had shared the good news of a contract I won that was worth millions. I was already paid part of the money and I had thought it good to have a little get together with them. I remembered Diana, Samuel's girlfriend made a toast to long life as she clinked glasses with me. Static crackles in my head when I remembered hearing my girlfriend's voice as she stabbed me that morning; "Long life my foot". Sigh, I was killed by love again. What a sad life.
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The first time I died was when I fell in love. The second time I died was when I was betrayed by my best friend. And the third time I died was well.....this morning. I promise you're gonna like this story. A Ghost Story. You think humans are the only authors? You might be surprised at how well a ghost can hone his skills with words and a pen.
So back to how I died. There were mornings when I woke up with feelings of emptiness, often times that lasted the whole day. Today was no different but it felt strange; it was like I was no longer a part of everything I used to know....an abyssal feeling of numbness. I tried to scream in my mind but I just laid on the bed staring at the ceiling mindlessly. Samuel, my roommate snored on in heavy sleeping beside me. Sigh, it seemed as if nothing ever bothered him. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep again.
I must have been asleep for hours because by the time I woke up it was almost afternoon. I checked the time and saw that it was 11:27am. I made to get out of bed but that feeling of numbness and emptiness came back again, this time a lot stronger. I heaved and touched my skin, so cold. I shrugged it off and went to the bathroom. I was staring at my reflection in the mirror whilst also reflecting on my life. A youngsters life shouldn't be this hard, I thought. I was barely 20 years of age but with the life experiences I had I felt like I was 35. I heaved a sigh and just as I was about to pick up my toothbrush a scream from outside caught my attention.
I had thought it was just another of the usual hostel fights but boy I was so wrong. I was going to discard it but I listened closely and I noticed the shouts and screams were getting closer to my room. "Samuel?", I could pick his voice from amongst the group of humans making their way towards our abode and I wondered what trouble he could have possibly caused. I waited with bated breath till I was sure they were coming to my room. As the door opened I came out of the bathroom as well and the sight that greeted me shook me to my bones. Do ghosts have bones? I was there, on the ground. Blood splattered, my guts baring out in the open, my skull was missing an eye....all a gory murder sight.
The noise of the wailing crowd drowned out in my ears, it felt like a faraway whisper fading away with distance. I looked at the crowd full of mournful acrobatics and tearful screams and looked back at my corpse on the floor; if it could still be called a corpse. The world suddenly sounded abstract and I couldn't feel it anymore. I was no longer a part of it. Realizations dawned on me, I was dead. Gone. Obliterated to oblivion. I would become a memory that would seemingly fade away....Wait, memory? It all came rushing back to me. Samuel, my roommate, his girlfriend and mine, together with myself in this same room the previous night...
I had shared the good news of a contract I won that was worth millions. I was already paid part of the money and I had thought it good to have a little get together with them. I remembered Diana, Samuel's girlfriend made a toast to long life as she clinked glasses with me. Static crackles in my head when I remembered hearing my girlfriend's voice as she stabbed me that morning; "Long life my foot". Sigh, I was killed by love again. What a sad life.
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