Scary? You have no idea... (Short horror stories)

Last words

'There is one thing that everyone is afraid of. No, its not spiders of sharks. Its not bumps in the night or the monster under the bed. Its death. Quiet simple, really, and obvious now. Everyone is afraid of death.

But people lie, say they arent afraid. People say they know what comes after death and they arent scared of that. But what DOES come after death? What is next is this seemingly endless rotation of living and dieing? Does it even work that way? a constant repitition of the same stuff over and over again?

The answer, my friend, is no. What comes after death is nothing. A unending void of emptiness and scilence. Surrounded by dark that, isnt really there, knowing that, somewhere, your body is slowly decomposing and disintergrating, becoming food for the earth that once gave you life.

No one really has the answers for what happens after death. People come up with theorems and religions and such, but none of it is based on hard solid facts. Death is just a cold embrace for a sinful torture that we call life. Death is waking up from a dream we call reality. Death is peace, for some of us.

Death is something that happens, people live, people die, it is life. What happens after death is completely up to interpretation. But death itself is something different. Death is glorious, death is kind, death is forgiving and unselfish. Death is you, death is I, just I play a more... important role.'

And those were the last words heard.