Full Summary: Ever since Sam and his family moved into the temporary apartment given to them, fully paid by the government after the events in Egypt, Sam has been seeing strange things. He thinks it's a fluke when the doors and windows close without any intervention. He writes it off as post-Egypt jitters when he thinks he sees something in the corner of his eyes. He ignores the feeling that something is hovering behind him. He only starts doubting when he wakes up in the middle of the night with a hand on his ankle and handprints on his face.
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Contrary to popular beliefs, ghosts always know that they're dead. It's hard to ignore the loneliness and permeating coldness of your body and the not-beating heart. It's even hard to ignore when you're missing flesh on the right side of your face and your intestines are hanging out for the world to (not) see when you died from an accident. Maybe even a few missing limbs or something similar. Even more harder it is to ignore when people pass right through you and buses make you feel like you're gonna get hit but you're not.
The only ones who don't know are those who die young. Young, as in, really really young, which is understandable because they don't have a clear concept of death yet. Even then, when other ghosts try to explain, they won't get it anymore because by that time, they'd be used to it, the being dead thing.
Most ghosts stay where they used to be, where they lived, or maybe even their favorite places which is what the living now call 'haunted houses'. Some ghosts wander, the 'hitchhikers' who hitch up rides and disappear when they get far enough. Then, there are the 'guardians' or the 'protectors' who protects the people they've left behind. Then there are those who had unfinished business. Generally anyone who died unfairly, was murdered, vengeful ghosts, stuff like that, you get the gist. There are also those who died but didn't move on, for some unknown reason. They don't know what they left behind, or they have nothing to leave behind. They've moved on from their own death, or they died happy, but still they end up a ghost. Since they have nothing to do and don't want to haunt, they have fun. People call them poltergeists.
I'm a mix between the unfinished business one, the wanderer and the one that died happy. Yes, I know it's contradictory. I died when I was raped by a group of drunk thugs and left bleeding and dying out after they had fun with me. I felt like I was going to be vengeful ghost until one of them got arrested and four got hit by a truck. Two of the three who got hit died immediately. One didn't make until the hospital. The last one died in ICU with me staring over his frightened face.
I had no more regrets after that. I had no family since I grew up in an orphanage in some small town. I went to the city to become an artist and I became one. I was satisfied with my life's work. I had no regrets.
So I wandered.
I didn't know what to do, until I met a group of ghosts messing around in one of the old churches. I befriended them, and eventually joined them. I became a poltergeist, but I wasn't one for teamwork, so I left again, messing around people's heads by disturbing stuff around them. I found it fun, if a bit tiresome, some days.
I was in Egypt one time, messing around with the chickens, and yes, animals can see you. I was having fun freaking out the kid when I saw robots falling from the sky.
No, really.
I'm serious! They were really tall with mean-looking metal spikes protruding from their armor and toting guns everywhere. I watched, fascinated and awed as they ran around, shooting at each other. I noticed it after a while but there were two sides, one side with the humans who seemed to be protecting a giant robot covered tarp, which is really not effective against sand. The other side had red eyes and seemed less...colorful, being mostly in shades of black and grey and silver. They seemed too violent so I stayed near the ones with blue eyes.
Things got interesting when two teenagers came running up, with the blue-eyed side of the fight protecting them. It was interesting until a missile came by and hit close to the two. The boy died. Such a shame, really, he seemed to have been carrying something important. The girl was hysterical, to say the least. The medics futilely tried to wake him up, but ghosts always know when something dies.
But then he woke up. My eyes were as wide as they can be. I was flabbergasted.
No one just dies and lives again. No, that does not happen. Ever.
With a glint in my eye, I follow the teen as the previously-covered robot sits up and flies to the top of the pyramid.
He died and lived again. I want to know how.
Soooooooo...should I continue this? Do you guys want me to continue this? It's just a test chapter anyways.
