What happens when you are on your deathbed but suddenly offered a second chance at life? Do you tell someone? Will anyone believe you? How will you live this new life?
This is the story of Cecelia Baker, a forty-five-year-old woman with dark black hair, turning a little grey now, her skin so pale that she looked a little sick most of the time. But one day, her life changed completely.
It was a cold, dark winter night. The roads were icy and slippery. No one was out on the streets, everything was so silent that you could hear the humming of Cecelia’s car from a mile away. Cecelia’s entire life had gone by with her either studying or working. If she had had kids, she would have had no fun stories to tell them. She regretted not having any fun in her teenage years. It was her 45th birthday that day. However, she didn’t have any friends and no one at work knew that it was her birthday. So, she took an extra shift and was coming home late. Even her car was boring. It was an old, used, sensible sedan. It was pretty rickety.
Cecelia was pretty tired after her extra shift and wasn’t paying much attention to the road. She sped up around the curb to her house and still isn’t sure whether it was her tiredness or the icy roads, maybe it was both but her car skidded and turned over to the side. She jerked forwards. Her head swung to the left as the car rolled to its side. She could hear the car’s wheels skid loudly, the crashing of the metal against the asphalt, and the sound of breaking glass as the window broke. But louder than all these sounds was a high-pitched scream that Cecelia realised was hers. Her head crashed onto the cold hard road and she went numb.
Two hours later Cecelia opened her eyes, and surprisingly, she felt no pain. What? Why? What had just happened? Where was she? Was she even alive? She was lying down on a pretty soft (but not too luxurious) bed. The one thing she did notice to be different after the accident was where she was. She was in a very clean and simple hospital room. It looked very normal; white curtains around the bed, which had been pulled back, and two white chairs to her left for visitors. She wasn’t shocked to see the chairs empty. She had no family, at least none that she knew of. She was an only child and her parents passed away six years ago. She sat up and looked behind her. Her heart skipped a beat and she suddenly felt faint. She immediately got off the bed and stared AT HERSELF STILL IN BED. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Was she seeing right? She rubbed her eyes and yup, she was still looking at another person who looked exactly like her in the bed, except the Cecelia in bed was covered in bruises, cuts, and bandages. Was she dead? Was she a ghost? Who was the Cecelia that was in bed?
She put her hand out to touch the Cecelia that was in bed, but her hand just went right through her. So she was… a ghost? She tried processing everything that had happened, and the only conclusion she could reach was that she had died and now was a ghost.
Before she could test this conclusion the wall to the right of her bed started… glowing? It was a soft glow which was getting brighter. She walked to the wall which was getting brighter as she got closer. When she was about 15 inches away from it, the light was almost blinding. She reached out to touch it. Surprisingly, it was cold. But it wasn’t the wall that was cold, it was the light that was cold. Another thing she realised was that her hand went right through, even further than where the wall should have ended.
What is behind that wall?
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