A man with short reddish hair and a dried mud-encrusted raincoat ran frantically into the doctor's office. He looked scratched up and dirty. The receptionist looks up, slightly frightened.
He whispers in a panic to the receptionist, "The name is Nate. Nate Walker. I am so sorry I am late for my appointment. This is going to sound crazy but I need your help. I died 8 minutes ago in a car crash down the road. A car going in the wrong lane hit me head on."
The receptionist stares at him for a second with a confused look before saying in an irritated tone, "Sir, this is no time for games. Here, the sign-in sheet is right over here somewhere."
It takes a moment for the receptionist to find the clipboard with the sign-in sheet but she finds it and hands it to Nate. He declines the clipboard, pushing it back to her.
"If you don't believe me, just turn on the news." He says.
The woman still ignores what he is saying and instead gives him a look like he is deranged.
Trying to remain professional by keeping her cool, the woman responds with, "Sir, this is nonsense!"
By this time, he found the remote for the waiting room and turned on the TV. It takes a second for the screen to come on and the receptionist is boiling mad now. She wants him to leave because of his seemingly silly and unsolicited behavior.
"Alright, this is enough. Sir, I am going to have to ask you to leave." She starts to say, pointing to the door.
The screen on the TV finally comes on, and the news headline reads: 'Nate Walker Dies in Car Crash'
The receptionist is left speechless. She stares at the screen with her eyes wide and her jaw dropped.
THREE MONTHS EARLIER
Nate looks down at his paper, completely concentrated on finishing writing his English paper for college. He grunts in frustration.
"This paper is so difficult." He complains.
"What's new?" His girlfriend, Becca, says sarcastically as she walks in the kitchen.
"You got that right." Nate says, rolling his eyes.
He puts his hands on his head, making his bed head hair even worse. Becca gazes at him with her piercing blue eyes. She pulls her wavy blonde hair back in a pony tail. She walks over to Nate, sneaking up behind him to put her arms around him.
"What do you want for breakfast, babe?" She asks as she proceeds to kiss him on the cheek.
He smiles, finally taking his gaze away from his paper and he shifts his sights to her.
"I don't know, babe, surprise me." He says, between kissing her soft lips.
"Whatever you say." She says with a singing tone to her voice.
"Did you hear about Gabe?" Nate asks.
"No, what happened?" Becca asks as she starts to get things out to cook.
"Oh, he passed away in a car crash last night." Nate responds.
Becca stops what she is doing to express her sympathy, "Oh my god, that is so sad to hear. I cannot believe this. We were just hanging out last week."
A tear escapes Becca's eye.
"Yeah, I still cannot believe it. Do you want to know what's even crazier?" Nate says, staring at the wall, almost spaced out from confusion.
"What?" Becca whispers between tears.
"Employees at a gas station nearby reported him coming in the place frantically asking for help," Nate says.
"What's so crazy about that?" She asks slightly annoyed, wiping a tear away.
Nate answers, "This happened 8 minutes after he died."
Author's Note: Thank you for reading the first chapter of this fun experimental story. Please like and comment below your thoughts on the opening chapter! (: Thanks!
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I Died 8 Minutes Ago
Mystery / Thriller"My name is Nate Walker and I died 8 minutes ago." What would you do if someone ran up to you and told you this? Most likely, you wouldn't believe the person telling you. Perhaps you would dismiss it as a joke, or just someone being silly. Of course...
