THE OTHER SIDE

I couldn’t tell at first, even though deep down, I was in denial. The flash of pain was instantaneous when I went through the windshield.
The hotness of blood immediately warmed my cold face and then it was gone in a mere second.
Nothing.

Absolutely nothing I could see or hear.
I was lost in this new “realm”.
I have no other memory. I only know now that I am dead.
A ghost, if you need a name for what I am, I would assume this would be sufficient.

It’s weird, and ironically quite the same as the world I once lived in.
But, in this world the “people” I know now are the same as I .
Spirits all part of the supernatural we take our residence in.

There is one familiar emotion we spirits all recognize and it is FEAR.
A force that must be reckoned with. An evil source of energy that reaps between the real world and ours.
An entity that demands payment in the form of suffering.

It takes on many forms and faces and you never know when the entity will attack.
I do know one thing and it is stay away from the edge of the realm. It is it’s place.
Where only it can reside in some sort of peace leaving us to wallow in our deaths without it.

I’ve made connections with certain special spirits. Who speak with their thoughts. A communication that is used to keep the entity from finding us. I have recently discovered that this place I am in is like a prison and beyond the edge of the realm is where we spirits must go to receive our own eternal peace.

If there is a GOD, then I must be in my own hell. I always believed that when I died, I would be judged by the Lord and discover my fate.

But, something is keeping me from that source.
Our only hope now is to fight this evil, but how do spirits such as ourselves, fight something beyond our knowledge and strength?

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