Some memories are better left buried. Others were never yours to begin with. Death was supposed to be the end. Instead, it was the beginning of a mystery he couldn't escape. After waking up dead, a man returns to the only place that feels familiar: his former home. There, he encounters Arthur, an elderly ghost who's been haunting the house for years and seems to know more about the afterlife than he's willing to admit. At first, being dead is merely inconvenient. He can't touch anything, nobody can hear him, and the living have developed some truly questionable slang. But as he learns to navigate his new existence, something far more disturbing begins to happen. He starts remembering things that never happened to him. A child hiding beneath the stairs. A woman trapped behind a locked door. A fire that should be impossible to remember. And a telephone that keeps ringing, even when no one is there to answer it. As the boundaries between past and present begin to crumble, he discovers that the house holds more than restless spirits. Its ghosts are connected by fragments of forgotten lives, buried guilt, and memories that refuse to stay where they belong. In a house where the dead remember too much and the truth changes with every recollection, one question remains: If you can no longer trust your memories, how can you know who you really are?
A Psychological ThrillerPart 1: Dead People Don't Get Instruction ManualsThe first thing I learned about being dead was that nobody tells you anything. No angels. No welcoming committee. No glowing tunnel with a choir singing in perfect harmony. Just a funeral, a lot of crying, and the deeply uncomfortable experience of watching people talk about you in the past tense. I stood beside my own casket ...
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