"This does not make any sense." The receptionist says in a state of complete shock. "Why would you come here? Why would you need help from me? Whatever help you're asking for, that is."
"Because there is no one in this waiting room. There is no one behind the counter at the moment but you." Nate says, as tears gloss over his eyes, "There is no one. I can't draw too much attention to myself like my friend did. He's dead too, but there is no chance of him being saved. At least not anymore. We were too late."
"What? Who is your friend?" She asks.
"His name was Gabe, okay? I'm sure you heard about him in the news," Nate replies. "Anyway, I feel like I have more time doing good with not many people being around. We don't have much time. We are running in circles at this point. Come with me."
"Okay." She replies, coming around to the door to the waiting room where she meets Nate.
Nate suddenly pulls out a knife and slits the receptionist's throat, causing her blood to spray onto the floor as her body drops to the floor.
"Thanks for your help." He smiles as he disappears in thin air and her body disappears with him.
THREE MONTHS EARLIER
"Are you almost out?!" Nate yells, pounding on the bathroom door.
"I'm almost done, Nate!" Becca yells from in the shower.
"Hurry up, babe! This seems like the longest shower you have ever taken." Nate says, in frustration, as he cries. "We have to get to the hospital. I'm hoping mom will be okay. I don't know, I just won't believe it until I see it. I can't understand. She can't be dead. She cant."
Nate cries as he walks to the kitchen. He grabs a knife out of a kitchen drawer and he tuns to his old habit. He cuts himself.
Out of nowhere, between the blood and the tears, his mom shows up.
"Mom?" He asks, rubbing his eyes, to clear his eyes.
"Son, I'm running out of time so I am going to have to be quick." She says, in tears, "Are we on the same page? Come on, follow, Nate."
"Yeah, I am following you, I mean I'm trying to understand. I thought you were dead?"
"I am." She answers him. "I died 8 minutes ago."
Nate stumbles back and his eyes widen.
"What the hell is going on!?" Nate freaks out. "How is everyone dying?! How are they coming back 8 minutes ago?!"
"We don't just come back after 8 minutes. We come back 8 minutes after, then 8 hours after, then 8 days after. If we don't accomplish a number of evil tasks given by an evil man, he will kill a loved one of ours and the process will continue." She explains.
"What!?" Nate says, trying to comprehend it all.
"This man is a serial killer and he is bent on tormenting and killing others." She explains frantically. "He takes pride that he killed 8 people before he died so he loves the number. He made it to the afterlife. Somehow he is able to crossover to a middle zone where he can have some free reign as a human again for a limited amount of time and he keeps causing car wrecks because he cannot be killed. He torments them by threatening their loved one's lives unless they kill 8 people in the few times they are allowed to earth."
"Oh my god." Nate says. "How do we stop him?"
"I'm yet to find out." She answers. "Until then, I'm going to try to stomach the pain of killing to save my loved ones and keep you all safe. I am so sorry, Nate. I love you."
She hugs Nate and disappears without a trace.
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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...
