I wake up in sheer terror. There isn't any butcher's knife tediously hacking through my arm. It was all a horrible nightmare! And then I felt a hand gently touching my cheek. A cold hand. I open my eyes. It is my hand. Was.
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He could see dead people. Only he could. It all started with that blow to his head. But that was a week ago, he was healed now. What bothered him more was, nobody else would talk to him, or even listen to him. Not even his wife. And he wondered why.
