Ok, before i write this i want to complain about how many times i hit the "H" key before it works.
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So let's not talk about my death, it was gory. Just know that I died.
I arrived at my first stop in the afterlife. There was this weird creature thing and it spoke to me on a deep personal level. Jk, it actually just spoke normal words.
"You have been denied going to heaven. So here are your new choices: you can got to the underworld, or you can haunt one person the remainder of their lives."
"Ima goin' to haunt someone," I said.
"Alright, choose."
I thought about this there was so many people in the world. Part of me wanted to haunt a new born, so I could haunt for a long time, another part of me also wanted to haunt one of those older people, you know the ones always saying, "Your generation sucks!"
Those people irritated me so much, like excuse me but my generation didn't ruin the economy, or elect any of the presidents... yet.
But there was also other people I was highly interested in haunting. I was always shy and awkward so maybe use this experience and haunt someone popular, or
*cough*
a celebrity.
There was also my family too. I know most people love their families to much to haunt them, but I could see a member of my family, while I was dead. Plus... I always wanted to know what people were saying about me, especially people I knew.
ugh decisions... this one would literally determine my whole ghost experience.
I ruled out small children, they cry to much, and as a small child I was pretty sure I sensed ghosts. I ruled out the irritating middle age people, they would die soon anyway. I ruled out popular people, all the ones I knew were really annoying. I ruled out celebrities, tbh I was to afraid to go to comic con because *gasp* celebrities would be there, like what if I met one and things got awkward. I'd have to live with that for the rest of my life. I ruled out my family, I had a feeling seeing them without them seeing me would only make me feel sad and lonely. I ruled out everyone.
Then I thought about someone I saw on the news. A big time criminal. I stated their name.
That weird creature gave me a weird look but snapped it's fingers. My haunting had begun.
So you might wonder why I chose the mass murder to haunt. It's not because they were bad and I wanted to teach them a lesson. It is because I always secretly wanted to be a criminal. I wanted to know if I could have gotten away with murder.
