I gaze at the young girl running through the park as her mother watches from a bench nearby. The girl is jumping and twirling, her yellow sundress fluttering in the wind. She couldn't have been more than five and was a little unsteady on her feet, but she's so ... alive. She has her whole life ahead of her, so much to look forward to. I walk towards her slowly. Her mother paid me no attention of course, but the little girl saw me. Her eyes grow big and she stops moving, simply watching me approach her. I generally have hat effect on children, probably because of how I look.
I have waist length black hair and shadows under my green eyes. I wear a thin white nightgown and my feet are bare.
The girl backs away a few steps and then turns around and runs back to her mother crying hysterically and pointing in my direction. The mother looks up and glances around obviously concerned.
I sigh and walk away from them. "Such a waste." I mutter. I turn to take one more glance at them. The mother picks up her purse and grabs her daughters hand before walking away, still looking around.
"Hmmmm." I turn back around and start walking in a random direction. "What to do today?" Glancing down the street I see a large old fashioned church building with people streaming in and out of it. Must be Sunday. I follow an exceptionally fat family into the church and look around. Large stained glass windows tower above me as I walk into the chapel, long padded pews sprawl out to either side of me, a pastor is sitting by some other men in fancy suits. I scoff and walk up to them standing right in front of them. I hate people like this. Don't they realize that there is no heaven? How idiotic that they still hold on to their silly beliefs. How stupid they are. How naive. How hopeful. How happy. And at the at moment I hate them for it. I hate them. Anger starts to build up inside of me. I hate them. I'm boiling in rage now. I Hate them. I HATE THEM! Suddenly all of the windows in the church shatter and a harsh wind wind blows through the building. Some scream. Children cry, shouts are heard. My vision is blurring. It feels like the room is spinning around me. I hold my head as a high pitched sound fills the chapel. Things start flying around the room, papers, broken glass, pieces of wood. The projectiles are hitting people, cutting up their faces and arms, but I don't care. Suddenly I'm thrown back and all of the chaos stops. An eerie silence fills the room as papers slowly fall to the ground.
The quiet is interrupted as a baby starts to cry. The pastor slowly stands on shaky feet as moans and murmurs start to fill the room. I stand quickly, holding my spinning head and make my way out of the building. As I leave I smile slightly, knowing that no one will catch me, I can't get into any trouble. Because you can do anything when you're dead.
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Ghost
ParanormalI have been dead for 79 years. I haven't needed to breathe, eat or sleep for almost eight decades. But it's different from how I imagined being dead would be. I didn't go to any sort of afterlife or judgement. I just died. I guess you could call me...
