I open my eyes to the blackness. Don't ask me how I know it's evening, but I do.
Stretching in a casket is worse than being undead. There's no room. I settle for a yawn that sends shivers down my spine and begin the process of crawling to the surface.
The breeze is cool against my skin, and I breathe the air into my lungs. I've always loved fall nights.
"Ahem. Nice evening, ain't it?" The voice startles me. I'm not exactly used to visitors.
I spin around to find Mr. Conley perched on a bench near my plot. "It is," I reply. My eyes narrow. "What're you doing here?" My mother would have slapped me for forgetting my manners.
Mr. Conley stands, and gives me a measured look. "I had to make sure I wasn't dreaming last night."
"Not a dream. I'm here. In the flesh." I can tell my words have made him uncomfortable, so I soften my tone and repeat the words I told him last night. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"I know that. It's just so..." His words trail.
"Weird?" I offer. He nods.
"Yes. Are you the only one? That can, you know. Come back?"
I laugh, but it comes out bitter. "As far as I know. We're not throwing undead parties here. Michael Jackson isn't providing choreography." I don't tell him about the symbol etched in my headstone.
Mr. Conley doesn't smile. "So why you?"
I shrug. "I don't know the answer to that. I just...woke up."
"Do you remember how you..."
"How I died?" I finish for him. He nods again. "Not a clue. I've been trying to figure that out myself."
Mr. Conley's eyes widen. "You haven't figured anything out?"
I shake my head. "Not exactly like I can ask anyone. Do you know how I died?"
He bites his lip and avoids my eyes. "I...uh...yeah, I know."
"Tell me. Please." I come over to the bench and take a seat next to him, hyper-aware of how he scoots over so as not to touch me.
"Eden, I don't know. Are you sure you want to hear this?"
I turn the question over in my mind. Am I sure? Part of my screams yes, but there's a voice that whispers in the back of my head that's telling me no. I sigh. "Yes. Tell me."
"Eden. You, uh, you..." He clasps his hands together and wrings them like a dishrag. "You killed yourself."
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ParanormalI'd always wondered what happens when you die. Christianity says you go to heaven or hell, Hindus and Buddhists believe you're reincarnated, Atheists just simply believe you're gone. Put in the ground and become worm food. So what did I beli...