My After Life So Far

If you’ve found your way here then I guess you interested in my story. So I’ll try to make interesting for you.

I’ll start with my death, I don’t like talking about it so I’ll keep it short. I was pulled into a van and stab to death. That’s it.

After that I started to raise. I saw my body there lying motionless. I realized that I probably shouldn’t have grown the goatee. After that thought it came to me that I shouldn’t be able to see myself like that. That’s when I realized I was dead.

I completely wigged out.(would you?). When Dewey, Gale, and Joel open the van I started to scream to see if they could hear me, they couldn’t. At that point I ran out of the van. I started to run I wasn’t watching where I was going and ran into a car.

I wasn’t hurt bad(you don’t bleed when you’re dead) but it was a good thing at the time because I found out that I can touch things. I can’t touch anything that is living but I can touch nonliving objects. (I think it’s because people would just run into you).

Finding this out I went looking for something anything that I could write with or contact the real world with. I ran off campus into housing area where I found a garage sale. I looked around for a while trying to find something I could use to tell Sid, Dewey, and the rest of them who the killer was( I saw Mrs. Loomis’s face) And there it was a old typewriter. Well it was better than nothing. I went to the back of the house where they had parked the car and set off the alarm. The only people at the place ran to the back as I ran to the typewriter. I picked up the thing and ran with it trying not to be seen. I stop once I hit campus. No one saw me so I sat down with the typewriter I typed who the killer was, who I was, and who this concern.

After I wrote this I left it somewhere it would be found. Then it disappeared. Behind me this guy stood looking at me. Of course I just made the biggest mistake in the after life trying to warn some one living of their death we your not subuapost to. So I screwed up pretty bad I admit it, but now I’m stuck here down on earth for a while until I against to this all. I did however get to keep the typewriter(that’s why this show up like this horrormovie thought this would be a good touch)and I think I’m just digging myself deeper into this hold of staying here by making this web page(with the help of horror), but I need something to do.

If you ask me the afterlife is realy over rated. You can’t swear, you can lie, and you have to hang out with dead people. Right now I haven’t met anyone that I want to travel with. That’s all you realy do go to different places. I have been talking to (ghost, spirits, whatever you call them) and I think only hell’s rejects and psychos are made to walk around the earth aimlessly. If that’s true then what am I, of well I find out soon enough.(I would like to think if I’m either I’m a just a little psycho)

So that’s me story and if you want to find out about my day to day life read the news. I have a dairy with horrormovie’s news

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