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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Horror / Scary
- Published: 05/20/2011
I’M NOT DEAD YET.
Born 1987, M, from Dubai, United Arab EmiratesI’M NOT DEAD YET
By: Kim Hanks
“What are they all doing here?” I suddenly wondered. I was absolutely terrified. I couldn’t recall anything more, but I was here, in the presence of all my relatives, our neighbors and many other people I didn’t know.
I still knew my name as “Denis” and I remembered it very well. It was as if my brain had been off for a moment, and it had just restarted again. The place looked like a burial ground and people surrounded one new unmarked grave. They looked so serious. There were others in tears, including my wife, and our two daughters. All wearing black attire and grieving.
But I didn’t care, all I wanted to know was… why were they here and why were they ignoring me and pretending not to be seeing me even when I stood before their eyes?
I could easily jump across the grave. I was forced to yell at the priest, “Which deceased are you praying for?”
I ran through all the people, knocking them, but no one would fall. I kneeled before my wife and two daughters. I stared at them. I was so sure that they were seeing me too. But I was wrong; they could not see me at all, nor feel my hands touching them.
I’m not dead yet!
On the other side the priest continued his prayer. It looked like he was praying for me, because he mentioned my name before saying, “May his soul rest………in eternal peace.”
I stood up and ran over to where the priest stood, exactly next to the grave. He was standing on its edge. With just a little shove, he would be down there, inside the grave, before the jewel casket waiting aside. I felt sad and confused……among all these hundreds of people nobody can see that I’m alive?
One of my female neighbors fainted and she was taken away to the waiting ambulance.
“I don’t know Martha, I really can’t understand. Good people die young…. But Denis, he’s died just so young, and he has been a very well trusted young man. It seems his murder was just plotted…it’s inhuman.”
A van drove nearer and nearer to the grave; it had words written on it, 'Fan Funeral services'.
One hour later, everybody was gone…. What a blank cemetery! Was this a funeral procession? I wondered. But suddenly……I realized that my speed was so supersonic that it was overwhelming to me.
I can go home anytime; I’M NOT DEAD YET.
I’M NOT DEAD YET.(Kim Hanks)
I’M NOT DEAD YET
By: Kim Hanks
“What are they all doing here?” I suddenly wondered. I was absolutely terrified. I couldn’t recall anything more, but I was here, in the presence of all my relatives, our neighbors and many other people I didn’t know.
I still knew my name as “Denis” and I remembered it very well. It was as if my brain had been off for a moment, and it had just restarted again. The place looked like a burial ground and people surrounded one new unmarked grave. They looked so serious. There were others in tears, including my wife, and our two daughters. All wearing black attire and grieving.
But I didn’t care, all I wanted to know was… why were they here and why were they ignoring me and pretending not to be seeing me even when I stood before their eyes?
I could easily jump across the grave. I was forced to yell at the priest, “Which deceased are you praying for?”
I ran through all the people, knocking them, but no one would fall. I kneeled before my wife and two daughters. I stared at them. I was so sure that they were seeing me too. But I was wrong; they could not see me at all, nor feel my hands touching them.
I’m not dead yet!
On the other side the priest continued his prayer. It looked like he was praying for me, because he mentioned my name before saying, “May his soul rest………in eternal peace.”
I stood up and ran over to where the priest stood, exactly next to the grave. He was standing on its edge. With just a little shove, he would be down there, inside the grave, before the jewel casket waiting aside. I felt sad and confused……among all these hundreds of people nobody can see that I’m alive?
One of my female neighbors fainted and she was taken away to the waiting ambulance.
“I don’t know Martha, I really can’t understand. Good people die young…. But Denis, he’s died just so young, and he has been a very well trusted young man. It seems his murder was just plotted…it’s inhuman.”
A van drove nearer and nearer to the grave; it had words written on it, 'Fan Funeral services'.
One hour later, everybody was gone…. What a blank cemetery! Was this a funeral procession? I wondered. But suddenly……I realized that my speed was so supersonic that it was overwhelming to me.
I can go home anytime; I’M NOT DEAD YET.
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