I found myself stuck between the space and time after my untimely death.
It wasn't even those cool parallel universes from sci-fi movies or scary scenes from horror movies. It felt more like I fell into a crack of dimension. With no way out, I was just there.
If you thought the loneliness could kill you in life, it was worst in afterlife.
Unless this was just my unending nightmare or me in an induced coma, the moral of my ghost story would be human had greater imagination than scientific facts.
Dante's Inferno sounded like a dream to me.
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短篇故事A collection of dark microfiction. It's Halloween season! Throughout October, I'll be posting a daily dose of my 31 mini stories. Please give it a read.
