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Murder, it's what have happened to me. I've been murdered. I don't know when it happened or who killed me; all I know is that I was murdered. Being dead is far from pleasant, it's like being invisible in a bad way. People can't hear you, no matter how loud you shout. You can't touch anything because you just go through it like air. I'm not solid anymore; I don't even have a body. I'm just a lost soul wandering around. But why am I still lingering around? Why can't I just move on? The funny thing is; being a ghost is like solving a puzzle. You get a piece every single day. The very first day, the first piece rather, is what started your path that leads you to death. Then, you put the pieces together and finally, you get all the answers to your questions. I guess after you get closure, you just simply vanish and no longer exist in either dimensions. But from what I've always believed in, you move on and start your eternal life in heaven.
Day 1: The Beginning of My Death
