Life as a ghost was fuckin awesome. Like I could move THROUGH walls instead of walking through a door. I could poltergeist the shit outta peoples houses. I could spy on everyone I've ever known. I could do anything!
How much time has passed? Days? Months!?
Ehh probably like two minutes but this sucks! People aren't supposed to come back to life! Why am I alive!
Do I seriously have to sit here and die all over again? WHO CREATED COFFINS! They suck.
I lift my heavy arm to push gently on the lid of the coffin.
What the fuck? Why did it move?
I use both hands this time and it fucking opens.
You have got to be kidding me. How much time did I spend thinking I was trapped in here?
I force my self to sit up and holy shit was my body always this useless or is it a side effect. I swear it didn't feel like this before I died.
Now the only question is how in the ever living fuck am I supposed to climb out of a six foot hole?
