Thriller Stories Collection

The Deathly Endeavor

I was dead. Or was I?

I don't know how, when, or where.

But I think I'm dead.

I woke up in my casket and saw quite a number of people mourning.

My relatives, my classmates, heck, even my crush from the other section came to weep.

Well, there's no point crying over spilled milk. So instead of getting depressed and all, I put to test what my capabalities were as a ghost.

As annoyingly possible, I played around doing 'ghost' stuff to people. I even tried to kiss my crush, Vincent. I tried to hold his hand, and even tried to smack his butt. But nothing, no reaction.

Should I squeeze his 'thing'? I thought. I was already a ghost, so what's the problem?

I slowly brushed my fingers through his knees going up, slowly.... slowly....

"Ehem.."

I felt like I had a heart attack! Oh, wait I'm dead.

I looked back to see a man probably in his twenties wearing a black suit and holding a black notebook. He was staring directly at my hand that paused a few centimeters away from the prize.

"The dead shouldn't do that," he said in a low, embarrassed voice.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, first time being dead and all," I tried to brush the embarrassment I just received, "Are you dead too?" I asked.

"Not likely."

"Oh, so almost dead?"

"No." It looks like he's not interested in making conversation. Okay.

"Saichii Faulkner, age seventeen. Average height, average weight - well, average everything," the guy said with a hint of disappointment.

"Wh-what do you mean average in everything?!" This guy is seriously pissing me off. "I am DEFINITELY not average when it comes to my ch -"

"Okay, here's your notebook. You have to follow everything written in there to be able to go to heaven." He threw the notebook which almost hit me in the face. Good thing my skills as a human heightened and my fast movements became faster.

"Oh yes by the way, you will slowly remember everything as you do the tasks." The guy said.

Before I could ask him what he meant, he vanished.

I opened the notebook. There was only one page on it with four tasks written using black ink.

I tried to read all tasks but as soon as I focus on any of them, it becomes blurry for some reason. After a few minutes of trying, the first task became clear.

TASK ONE - ACCEPT THE LONELINESS

I blinked, only to find myself in a dark room. I realized that I was breathing again! But, where exactly am I?

I tried to move but it felt like I was stuck in some box. I tried shouting but nothing came out. As I was struggling, people crying echoed through the small holes.

"Saichii!" shouted a woman whose voice I was familiar with.

"D-Dad" I mouthed.

"Saichii, why did you have to leave us?" My dad was crying. I didn't know what was happening but if only I could speak.

"D-Dad, I'm here!" I mouthed again. It was like my voice was on mute.

"May Saichii Faulkner rest in peace. Cover her up."

W-Was that a priest? I thought.

I felt my heart beat faster and wilder as I was slowly realizing that I'm in my casket and today's my burial. But how can that be when I'm actually alive?