The spirits that walk among us.

Inspired by the amazing paranormal game Beyond Two Souls

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All I can hear is this ringing, yet soothing music constantly repeating repeating repeating in my head and its short, I swear its less than 10 notes but it feels like a thousand as every time it plays the tone just changes the slightest and I know I'm not insane but I know I could be heading that way. Its like a trailer for an adventure movie but I feel more like I'm at a funeral. If this Isn't real then it Isn't an illusion either because at least with an illusion you can find exactly what's behind it. I hope I don't need to do something out there to fix this but I pray to any God that by God I can kill myself. There is nothing in this room that I can see for its pitch black and I don't know how long I've been walking but I haven't hit anything yet. My heart is beating more than humanly possible so how do I even how that I'm not going to pass out or find out I'm a zombie or an alien or whatever the hell just get me out of this nightmare. At least a nightmare eventually ends but this Isn't ending and it won't be any time soon. I feel like I'm falling and every second there's an impact of pain that hits my head hard, where am I, why am I here and God I can't even remember what the hell my name is. Everytime I think I feel the need to say it out loud and then I correct every spelling mistake that doesn't exist, I repeat myself if it didn't make sense the first time or the second time and I've been saying these sentences over and over for so long that I can't even remember what it started out as. The world is swaying like I'm on a massive ship but then again its spinning without lack of speed like an aircraft unlike any boat. Do I even exist? Is this life even real? Am I being put to a test of laughing matter as the Gods feast over my soul. Help me, I shout, but I can't even hear my own words come from the mouth I might not own. I reach towards my face to check, but I cannot feel a thing, I don't even know where my hand is in relations to the rest of my body. My first and last reaction to all of this was suicide but its theoretically impossible to kill a life that you don't even know exists or not.

Then I hit the ground

And its almost as if a million busses hit me like trains. That's what it felt like, yet the pain was less, that of a bee sting equates. I turn the head that I'm almost sure I own, note that by almost I mean almost because as I reach up there is still no hand hitting any surface of my body. Looking around I can't pick out an exact image, all I see is wreckage's of flights I've never been on, dead corpses of people I've never met, wives I never had that lay with other men, family I ever knew that left me as a child, stranded on the street. But they look me right into my eyes or wherever my sight is, and I really do FEEL like I'm in this world. But as I reach out to strangle myself or willingly strangle these friends and family that have betrayed me, I cannot touch them, there is no reaction that they give. They walk back inside whatever house that was and I feel emotionally distressed. So what I hate them? Can't I just have them know I'm there? I would cry but I don't have any tears to go out from me. However way tears are made, it doesn't matter, they simply arnt created in this body I probably don't posses. Then I see blurs. Then shapes. Then shadows. And there is a young girl, as beautiful as a thousand sunsets, yet she scares me like a thousand demons screening into one ear. It scares me to see this daughter that I never had. I don't remember this girl, but I do remember the family I saw before. Is this future? It could be past? Am I really just asleep in a hospital bed somewhere with amnesia? No. I'm dead. No life or dream can create such a death simulating nightmare.

Then I woke up

The flashing and blurs and constant repeating images of things I've never seen are gone. And I guess I was in a hospital bed because all I see is one in front of me. "He's not breathing. Get him medical attention, now!" "I'm afraid I can't do that Lynn-" Lynn? Who is Lynn? These voices are mumbled but their mouths move perfectly. And who is this he they are talking about? There is no one on the bed in front of me. I seem to be standing in the corner of the room. But I can't feel any ground below me and no one seems to be paying any attention to me. I hear shouts in the halls "Patient James in room 56 is losing blood. He needs any assistance he can-" James? That's my name. But this is room 56, and now there's no one here except me. The doctors come rushing in and surrounding this empty bed in all sorts of equipment. Even though the noise is distorted, it starts to get loud. I can hear thumps and beeps and a searing high pitched sound constantly flowing through my head. Then it hit me, there is no one here in this bed. They are performing immediate assistance on absolutely nothing. Yet their hands stop in air and tools float in the air above the body like there is something there. Someone must be on that bed that I can't see. And his name is James. And my name is James... 

I'm dead.

I am a ghost.

The thought hits me hard. In fact the mind just freezes and stings like heat stroke. I can't see this man because its the body of my spirit. And I have taken my spirit away, into a ghost. If this is afterlife then I don't see how anyone is supposed to enjoy it. "Doctor!" I call out, as a test, though fearing the results. No one answers, no one even heard it, there was not even the slightest reaction. According to them, I am not here. I worked forward towards the bed, then I lay down. Suddenly I could feel all the tools, I could hear all the shouts, but I was still dead. Because as much as all of their tools and gadgets stung me, I knew I was still dead. I got back up and the sounds were distorted again. They proceeded everything like it was never interrupted. I walked out of the hospital room number 56, it was weird walking through all these people as they ran and shouted towards the door, and each one I walked through seemed to sweep me with this energy. Casually, I left the hospital, and realized what I was, and that all of this could not be a dream.

I really was a ghost.