Ghost
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I have been dead for 79 years. I haven't needed to breathe, eat or sleep for almost eight decades. But it's different from how I imagined being dead would be. I didn't go to any sort of afterlife or judgement. I just died. I guess you could call me a ghost. Though I would imagine the ghost world to be more crowded than it is, but I've only ever met one other person like me. He was an old man who had been dead for so long he couldn't remember his life at all. I spent about a year in his company before he suddenly just disappeared on day. I never heard from him again. I haven't seen any other ghosts since then. I guess I would be called an evil ghost, a demon if you will. I'm not exactly the nicest person to have ever existed. I tend to scare people a lot, but if I can't be happy why should anyone else be?
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