I know this is short, but the next will be longer. I promise.I remember my death all too well. it was a stormy day, dark clouds covering the sun.
My parents asked me to stay home that day, I refused and said I would be fine.
But of course that turned into a lie.
On my way to school there was this bridge, its old and stone, the railings were short and damaged but I had never paid attention to it.
As rode my bike across the wet stone bridge a giant gush of wind blew me right over the edge.
I'm not really sure how I was feeling, it was all going in slow motion but all too fast.
I felt numb, the cold air stinging my skin as I fell, my soundless scream coming from my mouth.
Then everything stopped and it all went to black.
I awoke on some rocks, i felt different... But that's when I saw my body in front of me.
It was mangled and bloody, I held back my vomit and sat in the shadows waiting for a sign.I sat there in the dark, staring at my corpse. I had many thoughts going through my mind.
'What's going on?'
'What's gonna happen next?'
'Am I dead?'Suddenly a man walked up and examined my corpse, poking it with his umbrella.
"Hey that's my corpse your poking!" I yelled, I know it sounds weird but I feel like he disrespected me at the time, you know.
"I am aware" he responded, I had been surprised when he answered.
"Am i dead?"
"What gave it away, the corpse in front of you?" I sighed and stood up.
"So...what happens next?"
"You have options" I open my mouth to speak, but shut it. 'Options?'
"You can either go to heaven if you choose or become a ghost, but there are some roles you could take on if you wish. You can A; be a reaper and guide people at the start of their afterlife. B; be an angel and guide people to heaven and take care of business in heaven. C; a demon, and live in hell/collect souls or D; be a poltergeist and cause trouble" i pondered, sure it would be lonely being without my parents, but I'm sure I'd be fine without them."I...choose to Be a poltergeist" he raised a brow.
"You sure?"
"Yes"
"Alright" and with that he snapped his fingers"
This all happened fourteen years ago...
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Mischief From Beyond The Grave
HumorThere are different roles you may take on in the after life. Genevieve is a poltergeist. She loves trouble and mischief, and haunting her old Highschool. She soon meets a mysterious boy at the back of a library, and the two become great friends. Soo...