After few days of his funeral, His mother packed most of his things and went back to the Atlanta. He tried to go along with his mother but he could not walk beyond the door steps of his house, like
he was made of iron and the house was a big magnet. He was left alone in the house which he hated most. He always loved going out, making new friends, gossiping. Finally he compromised that may be
this was his resting resort. He spent countless days while looking out for some sort of company. And one day He had a ray of hope.
A state agent came to put a board. His mother decided to sell the house. Now all he was hoping for a nice and friendly home owner. Potential buyers started flooding in the house. Then he
realized that it does not matter who is living in the house as no one can see or talk to him. “But at least I can see and hear them; I hope it would be far better than watching any soap opera, or
reality T.V. show. It would be much more entertaining than resting in peace in this boring house and who knows one day I would get some power like the ghosts have in those horror flicks.”
Every day he tried to keep himself away from the thought of being dead and tried to live in the house like he is not a ghost. He tried to his level best to make himself believe that this must be
some bad dream and soon it will be over. Now this sale of house gave him something else to think of. “I hope it will be fun as no one can see me and I can see everyone around me”, he
thought and kept a very close eye on every potential buyer. Some were very boring and disgusting according to him and he thought if one of them buys his house, he would die again. And then
one morning he saw that property agent was removing the “For Sale” board. His mother decided not to sell the house instead she decided to rent out. “OK! Momma, I am fine with your decision. But
please rent it out soon otherwise I am going to kill myself. I cannot live alone” he cried with despair. This feeling that he is dead and alone hurts him every possible way. “Who says a dead man
cannot feel the pain”, he thought. Sometimes he noticed people like him walking on the street, as they could see him. So he was not alone and he could go out but his all efforts of going out of the
“What I have done wrong when I was alive. I have accepted my untimely death, but this is too much. Why I cannot go out like others”, he kept asking these questions but no one was there to answer
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