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After We Die

After We Die

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Dec 3, 2015
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Paranormal
You know there's a lot that people don't think about. Things like what happens after we die, or what will happen to my loved ones afterward. Well, there is a time when we find out the answer; unfortunately it's different for all of us. Some of us wind up being angels, they tend to be children when they die. Turn into adults in the afterlife. Then there's the ones that wind up coming back in their natural form and can only watch what happens to their loved ones or the place they lived at. They are what the normal world calls ghost. Then there are the few that wind up walking back up in their grave and dig themselves up look into a mirror or go back to their loved ones only to find that they have been dead for years, then they feast off the blood of them. The list goes on and on. Now you are probably asking how I know all of this. Well you see I drowned in 1343, yes this makes me 672 years old. No I have not aged. At all.
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