You knew you're vacation was too good to be true. Sand turtles, yes, sand turtles rose up from their sandy lair to take over the beach. You're still wondering what they are, right? Sand turtles are turtles the size of tiger sharks with shells as thick as titanium. Maybe they wanted to sunbathe, maybe they wanted to eat someone. You didn't have time to remember cause you got stepped on. Like gum under a shoe.
Maybe I'm dubious. Maybe I've got reason to be. I guess I'll just keep writing.
I go to the devil and ask him to turn me back into a human being in exchange for some time out of hell . . . he accepts and I come and kill you. (Ghost's ghost can be killed by human beings but they cannot kill other ghosts or human beings. )
“Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life."
I have my days. I'm moody. I have an attitude. I'm lazy. I'm cute. I'm fun. I'm awesome, but most importantly, I'm me.
I die and I become a human for some odd historic lineage and prophecy... weird... and somehow I kill you be throwing a knife into the air making it fall on your arm causing you to be thrown into the ground with the knife because of pressure. I thrown another knife, and it hits your other hand, making you trapped. You then die of disease (<- random) and loss of blood.
The police find you, and they discover that you were originally dead, so they sealed you away. Your spirit is trapped, meaning you cannot become a ghost, and your soul will stay put.
Well . . . as I had a deal with the devil, he comes back to have a look. When he finds out that you killed me and trapped my soul . . . he turns to you for revenge and kills you. Making you an extinct being.
“Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life."
I have my days. I'm moody. I have an attitude. I'm lazy. I'm cute. I'm fun. I'm awesome, but most importantly, I'm me.
