Mark had been dead for as long as he could remember. That seems like a bit of a contradiction in itself, "dead for as long as he could remember." In all honesty, it makes perfect sense to him. He died at some point (but he isn't quite sure how) and now nobody can see him. It was lonely most of the time, walking back and forth along a route between his apartment and his grave. The route probably had some significance to him from his previous life, maybe a way to work or to a favorite bar. He didn't remember though. It just felt familiar, and just before the main road became unfamiliar, he would take a detour to end up on his way down the worn path of the cemetery.
Seems like a pretty morbid place to go to in the first place - his own grave. Nobody could see him in the first place, ad it was a quiet place anyway. Mark really just liked to sit against the headstone, looking out at the neatly lined graves and think about people buried six feet below each. Were they stuck in a cycle too like him? Maybe the ghosts just couldn't see other ghosts...
How many people were thinking this same exact thought as him, braced up against their own headstones? Could they remember life before this limbo?
Day quickly slipped away to evening, then even quicker fell into night. The sun drooped in the sky before disappearing behind the gentile slope of the horizon. The cemetery was locked up like it was every night, and that was Mark's cue to go. He didn't care for the dark too much, especially now that he was completely alone. He silently slipped between the bars of the front gate and made his way back to the road, hoping to arrive home before the wind picked up too much.
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Ghosting Along...
Fanfiction(This story now actually has a purpose! Yay!) Mark had been a ghost for as long as he could remember. He didn't remember anyone from before, and nobody could see him now. ... Right?
