Untouchable (Original Story)

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Ben swiped his finger along the top of the piano, lifting it up to reveal a thin layer of dust. Looks like it hadn’t been taken care of for a while. A long while. 

He sat on the seat next to it, laying his hands across the keys gently, oh so gently, and pressed, but no sound was omitted from his delicate touch. In fact, the keys didn’t even move, no matter how hard he pressed. This was when Ben Sioux realized he was dead. 

The empty church leered around him as a claustrophobic void of faith and despair. It showed him that all this time people had given their lives to a book that meant nothing. That his family's devotion to the Church, to God, meant nothing. Because he was here. There was no heaven. 

The stained glass portraits mocked him and his new revolution. 

As he sat, and sat, and waited, he thought of why he had died. What happened? And that is when he realized the truth. The truth of Syd. 

Now, he realized ghosts were real. 

And angry ghosts could do things.