I still remember the day I died

It was during an unremarkable afternoon in late July, Texas. I don't really remember it well, except one minute I was dreaming and the next I was floating around the house at midnight. I would have thought that I was still alive if it weren't for the fact my feet hovered above the floorboards. Oh, and the fact that my dark skin had become a semi-transparent liquid silver.

Now it's been fifty years and several daring occupants later, but nothing has really changed inside this house. Every night I appear beside the very armchair I had spent my last living moments snoozing on and I wander aimlessly about. Yes Sir! As soon as the sun sets and the moon replaces, I materialise.

The End

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