Not gonna lie, I never imagined this kind of shit happening. One minute I'm taking a puff out of a cig, and then the next thing you know I'm looking at my own corpse. Seeing my body just hits me with feelings I haven't felt since I've seen the Exorcist for the first time. It's a weird mix of terror, intrigue, and a bit of surrealism. My body look so dead. But to be honest, most people described me looking dead half of the time. The other half was "you look like shit" or "you look fucked up". But you know what I'm not getting anywhere telling you all how disgusting my carcas looks or describing my physical appearance before this "predicament". I might as well tell you all how this happened and what led to my realization that there is something more than just life after death.
So let me start off by saying that my parents are not the nicest people on earth. On the scumbag scale they are somewhere between Judge Frodo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame and Joseph Stalin. They are manipulative to the point where if they were to bet 1 million dollars that they can decieve better than ol scratch himself, the devil would just hand them the money with no hesitation. They are also the type of conservative assholes that think the Christian way of living is the only way of living, and mind you I have never thought religion is bad. I just think that extreme values of those beliefs can lead to problems. But back to the main idea about my parents, they are just all around not so great people. And this argument that we had really showed me how they really thought about me. All because I made a joke about saying grace during dinner. After that me and my dad threw a few punches, I grabbed some stuff, and decided to leave a place where I never really belonged in the first place. But who am I kidding. My family was raised on religion and having a Bisexual, marijuana smoking, agnostic son just wasn't part of that program. So I left for the woods by the tracks and just decided to follow them to RavenHill where my boyfriend was. With my headphones on and a pack of menthols I thought this would have been the best choice in my life. Sadly with headphones on that have noise cancellation I guess I didn't hear the train all too well. I felt a quick pinch and then it was nothing but complete blackness. It was both horrifying and yet somewhat peaceful. When I came too I noticed I didn't feel anything. Kinda a numb sensation. As I saw the train leaving I thought to myself that I was still alive. I had thought that maybe by a stroke of luck I had nearly escaped my run in with death but then I noticed my body and well here we are. At this point the best thing to do now is just explore and see what kind of adventures a ghost like me can get into.
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SpiritualWhen a young boy name Shaun transitions from the living to the dead, He will journey through hangout spots, family locations, and many more places to see how his friends and family react to his sudden death. Maybe being a wandering soul will give hi...
