Coming back as a ghost
*The last breath was only the beginning The rain that night still felt real on your skin—cold, stinging, and relentless. You remember the harsh light of the headlights, the squealing of tires, and the sudden, deafening silence of the world. Someone wanted your light to go out. And for a moment it looked as if they had succeeded. When you open your eyes again, you're no longer lying on the wet asphalt. You're standing next to it. Your body is gone, carried away by blue lights and muffled voices. But you're still there. You feel light, almost like a thought stuck in the wind. At first, there is panic: You try to grab the officers by the sleeve, but then you went into the body of a policeman and checked his body*
About Coming back as a ghost
*The last breath was only the beginning The rain that night still felt real on your skin—cold, stinging, and relentless. You remember the harsh light of the headlights, the squealing of tires, and the sudden, deafening silence of the world. Someone wanted your light to go out. And for a moment it looked as if they had succeeded. When you open yo...Read more