《Deadly Adventures》


 1 - Dead

    In that final week of that beautiful spring, I naively thought life would get better. I just finished college, got my bachelor''s degree, which has proven to be as useless to me now as anything else in life, and I was ready to brave the big bold world. Naive, right?


    Unfortunately, things took a turn for the worst and in a stupid accident: I drowned in my bathtub. As clich¨¦ as it can get it was all because of a misplaced bar of soup. My foot didn''t see any consequences of stepping on it and it made me fall, hitting my head while passing out.


    My best friend Karl heard the sound of me falling and tried for two minutes to knock the door down. He finally got me out of the bathtub, called the ambulance and tried some CPR. As a sheer coincidence, the paramedics got there under two minutes. Some random kids had called them just for a prank. At least that was what I believe back thenˇ­


    I was dead, clinically dead, for seven whole minutes as later I was told by the paramedics. I didn''t breathe nor my heart beat. Until, as Karl said, I spit some water, looked at Karl and simply said "my head."


    I got to make lots of exams and many people wished to see me, mostly doctors. As you can see, it''s pretty rare for someone to die and live to tell.


    Well, you might be wondering, lots of people die and come back a few minutes later, right? It''s always on the news some incredible story like that.


    And the injured party always claim some fake supernatural event. I never for once believe those bullshits. They clearly want some attention, right?


    Well, my friend, here is where you get it wrong too. I saw it. I really saw. Not a tunnel nor a light. I saw myself down on the floor. I saw my friend Karl crying and desperate.


    I saw his failed attempt at CPR. I saw the paramedics try and give up. I saw them trying to console Karl, that it was "God''s will."


    Of course, I didn''t remember this until that night, where it all appeared to me in a dream. I didn''t remember when I woke up from death, I was too drowsy, I wasn''t myself. Only when I slept I remember. I was in that horrible bed of that hospital. I had some trouble sleeping and they got me some pills and I slept.


    In that dream, I saw everything that has happened with clear details. I didn''t believe a thing when I woke up, of course.


    I only became a true believer almost a day later when I died again. I was still in the hospital and it was a few hours past noon. I had my horrible hospital lunch and did some exams. None has shown any signals of me ever ''dying''. I was normal as anyone could get. No trauma no nothing.Stolen novel; please report.


    The silly doctors where perplexed with it, so was I back then. You might be wondering again now, how did I die again then? If I was fit as a horse?


    Life is full of surprises my friend. And life is the devil in disguise. Life only wants to fuck you up and that''s all. It tries to kill me, brings me back only to kill me some hours later, and by what? A fucking peanuts allergy.


    The strange thing? I was never fucking allergic to peanuts! I just got my friend Karl, my good old friend, to get me some chocolate from a vending machine nearby.


    He was so happy seeing me alive, he was constantly remembering that time when I laid flat on the ground and de despair he felt, and how happy he was, how happy.


    When he brought me that candy bar he would have never thought that would kill me again. For the second time, Karl saw me die.


    At first, things were normal, but less than 10 seconds later I couldn''t breathe. Karl thought I was making a silly joke, a man from the grave joke. But I really couldn''t fucking breath.


    And don''t be mad at him, the poor guy had been through a lot and no one would ever have thought I would die again, right?


    He got some doctors when I got a little blue and started crying again. I never knew this side of him. Always crying for dead people. Life and death are so common to me now that when I remember that day I find it silly and comical. So many ways to die. Well, I would experience many of them myself in the near future.


    The doctors treated me well. Got some injection on me, gave me something I don''t remember the name. It''s hard remembering things when you are dying, you see.


    I didn''t help much. For some reason, things escalated very quickly and my heart once again stopped beating.


    If you think I died yet again for seven minutes you are deadly wrong. This time was only one minute. There were doctors doing the serious job this time.


    When I was all safe and sound I got to do all sort of exams again, thus increasing my medical bill to astronomical amounts.


    I think Karl said "I''m sorry" a thousand times, or at least very close to that number.


    The funny thing was that I was never allergic to peanuts and I still ain''t! But nevertheless, I''ve got to live, one more day. One at a time. Only to die in the next.


    But it was in this second time that I turned myself in a true believer. When I woke up from death I remember what I saw, and I saw it clearer this time. I saw myself dead in a table with doctors nearby.


    I remember every word they said as soon as I woke up. And a strange little idea popped up in my mind. An idea that would change my life forever. Can''t I die?


    That idea didn''t leave my head for hours and hours. I became obsessed with it. I tried to see some articles on the web about near-death experiences but it was always full of bullshit. I would have a better time trying to see some real reports of UFOsˇ­


    In the next day, you see, I died once again. And this one was a pretty silly death. I still laugh at my naivety back then.


    I wanted to test a theory I whimsically had and tried to kill myself.

 2 - Again

    Karl didn''t leave my side that night. He was really a good friend. And maybe he felt a tiny little bit guilty. Death can really affect some people, strange, right?


    If you are asking where my family is in this story, well my friend... I''m asking the same question for 22 years. Where are they? Where the fucking are they? Leaving alone a cute little boy not even one year old. Parents... Loving parents. Can''t hate them, can''t have them, apparently.


    I met Karl when I was a 9-year-old boy. I was playing with a ball with a couple of orphans from the same orphanage as me in a park nearby. Silly little me decided to kick a ball to the streets and without a care in the world went into the traffic to get the ball. Oh, youth!


    Back then Karl wasn''t the strong guy he is now, he was plump as every rich kid usually is his age. Round pink cheeks and big feet. He saw me by chance, as he had recounted countless times this story. He was holding a burger, typical little boy, when he saw me running in the streets.


    He dropped the burger with much regret, as he always empathized, and felt a need to run to save me. He got me fine, scraped his elbows and almost missed dying with me in that tender age of nine. As I have come to realize much much later, that was my second time scaping the death''s fingers.


    And a good friendship that will probably last to the death was born. A dumb little orphan and a plump rich boy.


    He tried to get his father to adopt me many times since we had become real brothers over the years, but that never really happened. His father always despised me. The bastard''s boy.


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    I woke up to the sound of chirping birds in the next morning. Karl was almost dead sitting in that chair. Well, not literally dead... I guess I need to work up my vocabulary. Real death is so troublesome sometimes...


    I was full of energy and it seemed like nothing has ever happened to me. I didn''t dream but I was well rested.


    "Hey Karl," I said waking up my friend.


    "Oh, hey Jack," he said making a big bear-like yawn, "alive?"


    "For the time being," I laughed at our dark humor.


    "Want some chocolate or a shower?"


    "Nah, I''ll pass," I said as I tried to get up.


    One of the reasons me and Karl are such good friends is that he doesn''t mind me being a sarcastic son of a bitch. Always making fun of any occasion. Over the years he''d come to understand and participate in it.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    "I think I''ll discharge myself," I said getting up and trying to find my clothes and getting a laugh at Karl about my current wardrobe malfunction.


    After filling some papers, become poorer and yelling a little bit at people I was ready to go home.


    Karl and I have been living as roommates for the last four years. It helps a lot having a rich friend whose father owns a couple of empty houses just for the sake of being rich, I guess. No rent and a big place. What more a poor guy would need?


    "Hey Jack, how about we get some new tinder girls to have some fun?" Karl asked me as we were on the sofa watching something interesting on TV.


    "Are you over Cindy yet?" I asked raising my eyebrows.


    "Well, I''m over now," Karl said getting up and going to grab a beer, "This last couple of days made me realize that life is what is important, not sucking up for some stupid chick."


    "Cheers," I said grabbing the beer he gave me.


    For a couple of hours, we fished some chick, some hot chicks and got a double date for the night.


    The girls were called Katy and Sophia, and a few minutes after we started talking to them separately we come to realize they were friends. The deal was sealed pretty easily that way. Girls love this destine bullshit.


    They never for once had thought me and Karl played than and discovered they were friends on Instagram and played some tricks and wisely chosen words. But nevertheless, it was luck at the beginning that was cleverly told as destine.


    We met them both at the same time at the place we choose, a nightclub, a very expensive nightclub. Thanks, Karl.


    I never accepted any money from Karl, but I would never ever say no to some friendship presents. The poor guy just wanted me to feel good. And that was what brothers did for each other. In turn, I helped him grow more, emotionally at least. The guy just has a big heart and get easily stepped by people.


    The night was fun, at least I think it went fun. I don''t remember much of that night, my friend, I just remember that is not clever to mix so many drinks. I don''t remember how I end up in that rooftop in that chilly night. I remember a hot blond girl (I forgot her name) that was very good with her mouth and did some tricks in the toilet. And then there was a little blank --.


    I vaguely remember a fight. Mostly because my head hurt so bad. First time being punched in the head. I guess I passed out. I think it was because of some ex-boyfriend deal being mad at her slutty ex.


    But still, I had no idea why I was in that rooftop, looking in the city and having some strange thoughts, "could I fly?"


    Have you ever had an urge to jump from a hight place? Ah, ''L''appel du Vide!'' Freud was so right with those urges of death. What would happen if I jump? We always wonder to no avail.


    Fortunately, my drunkness and inability to move myself didn''t allow me to get to the edge of that rooftop. But I didn''t see that puddle that I stepped and made me fall hitting my head. It seems my feet really hates me, always stepping on things that it shouldn''t.


    My head hit a sharp rock and my blood started to run forming yet another puddle. A red puddle in that eerie cold night.


    I saw it myself, the blood run and run, while I myself was with booth my eyes closed and no breath leaving my lungs, and no sound coming from my chest.


    I tried to jump to kill myself, only to die by being killed by myself, mistakenly, of course, but dead nonetheless.


    Maybe it was because of the drinks I had, but my floating body just drifted itself down and down.


    First looking at the city, my blood little self. I saw the club and heard the music pop up when I slipped down that rooftop. I saw many people have fun while I died with no one.


    While I was looking at everyone enjoy themselves I suddenly had a realization that would change my life forever.


    I could certainly use this! At least if I don''t die, of course.

 3 - Floating

    I didn''t see Karl nor the girls. I wouldn''t have recognized the girls even if I tried too. I didn''t recognize Karl''s father when he shaved some years ago. I only knew it was him because I was at his house and he was talking to his son. Otherwise? I would have no idea who the fuck he was. I wish I really didn''t.


    I can find a girl attractive and hot, and hours later have no idea what is the color of her eyes, or sometimes her hair. And I had been guilty of not recognizing them later in the streets. I blame my brain. To get something we need to lose another, right? Everything is like that in life, even in death.


    My perception of time was a little bit off, but I think I floated there for a long time, at least it seemed like a long time. It''s hard to grasp the sense of time when everyone is dancing the same moves to the same music and doing exactly the same thing.


    I just suddenly realized a moment later that there was nobody in the club anymore. In one moment they were there, in another, none whatsoever. As if waking up of a dream I started to look for something to break that silence. I found nothing. It was as if nobody has ever gone to that place. Spooky, right? How can lots of people disappear out of nowhere?


    Well, it doesn''t matter. It became quiet. I do enjoy quietness. Sometimes people make too much noise over nothing.


    It was in that moment of quietness that something happened. I was so scared that I almost died. Again.


    In a dark corner of the club, where light almost never reaches, you could faintly see if you looked well enough. Do you know when you look at something but only at the corner of your eye? It happened when I was doing just that. There was something strange about that corner, but when I looked head on I saw nothing. Only when my eyes left that direction that an uneasiness began to grow onto me. It was almost like there was someone whispering in my ears "do not look," but I didn''t know why.


    Somehow I needed to look and know. I always want to know and discover things.


    I started to look at that corner with the corner of my eye. I saw something move and the darkness becomes darker and colder. I shivered all over my body but I looked. What was that?


    It was only a moment later that I saw something shine and disappear. Something metallic and long, and high in the air. In that little dark corner.


    When I realized what IT was, it was looking at me. Or at least I judge it was because of what I felt.


    Death, the Reaper, was looking straight at me. And now it was moving. Not toward my floating body in the air that hadn''t moved an inch in the past... hours? It was moving toward the stairs.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.


    "Oh shit! My fucking body!"


    I willed myself to float upwards. Through the roofs to that desolated familiar rooftop, I saw only once. I saw myself, cold blue and dyed red in the floor.


    I didn''t know what to do. The last couple of times it happened I didn''t do a thing to live again. At first, I didn''t remember even that I died, only later, much later. And the second time the doctors were there. Now I was alone, no one to help. No crying Karl to the rescue.


    I tried as in those silly movies. Jump back to myself head on. Nothing. I tried to slap my translucent cheeks. I even begged to the fucking God. And nothing. I was still dead on the floor. And death was near, really near.


    And I really mean near when I do say it. It just passed that rooftop door. I don''t know why the reaper is so dramatic with the entrance. But I guess me looking at him just made him aware of me. It doesn''t explain why he is slow. But who am I to complain of the slowness of death, figuratively or literary?


    For some tens of seconds more, I tried to get back to my body with no success. Only after failure after failure that I realize a piece of information that seemed strange.


    Where were all the people? People just don''t disappear, that would be too good to be true. But nevertheless, where were they? In the world I lived people were always there and death could never be seen, but now? Just the opposite.


    In conclusion? This can''t be my world. It must be a world hidden within my world, beneath all those layers. An underworld.


    With this sudden realization, it just clicked and I woke up from my dead body. Just like when you realize you are dreaming and wake up. I felt dead but I sit up pretty quickly, scanning my surroundings. Trying to probe for anything out of ordinary.


    Despite my cold body and my pounding head, nothing. I got my phone to see the time, 11 AM. Not even midnight. I must have been there for just a few minutes that felt for an eternity.


    When you are dreaming strange things seems normal, only after waking up things sound weird. We are quick to accept things in our dreams. So it happened in the underworld, as I shall call it.


    Nothing was really clear in that world, but I only realized that after comparing to the real world. There was a constant level of uneasiness in that world, while this one? Just lonely and harmless.


    "That''s so strange," I softly murmured to myself.


    The first thing I did was go to the bathroom to wash my head. There was no cut only blood. No mark of ever anything happening to me. "Am I immortal?" I naively and wrongly wondered. Youth, silly youth. There are so many worst things than death.


    I messaged Karl and we met a couple of minutes later. He never noticed my absence. I looked fine and alive. But was I truly? In the real sense of the word?


    I just knew that I need to see again that world, the underworld. A nagging feeling that never stopped. A scratch that I could never scratch.


    It was illogical but so was jumping from a hight place. The drive to jump is strong. The eagerness to explore and discover it''s just so much.


    I need to die again. But this time, I needed to do it right. I needed to do it my WAY!

 4 - Knife

    There was this girl, there is always a girl, she was from my high-school and I had a big crush on her. I never had the guts to do anything back then, because I wasn''t who I''m now. Now I don''t give a damn to the world. Back then I didn''t too, but I mostly only disclosed this information to myself, nowadays I just don''t care about saying or doing things.


    What is the importance of this random girl you might wonder? Well, she posted a photo 15 minutes ago, a really cute photo of her in the gym, and when I mean cute, I really mean hot. I just replied to the photo something along the lines of "Wow, I should have asked you out back in high-school," which to my surprise she answered, "you still can." And that''s my boys, is how you get a date.


    Karl was so happy for me, telling me all about "I told you, you should have asked her ages ago, she was totally into you."


    One thing that I only realized recently is that if you don''t speak, no one will listen to you. If you don''t play the lotto, you can''t win. And confidence is the key. Girls dig into this. No one likes a guy who constantly doubts himself. Even if you do, you just need to fake believing in yourself. If you do this often enough people will start to believe you, and so you too.


    I think my plans have changed a little bit, from death to date, but nevertheless, a guy needs some fun.


    -----------------


    "So, Jenny, why were we never able to go out again?" I asked her after our second drink.


    "Well Jack," she smiled at me, "you were just too shy, you weren''t like this!" she gestured to my general direction.


    "Thanks!" I said finishing my drink.


    That night was going so well. We had started a bit shyly but we got a momentum pretty quickly. We had somethings in common and others totally opposite, but that didn''t hinder our talks in the slightest. And I noticed something with the passing of time, something that I never did take notice before.


    She looks like a cute pretty girl. Too cute to do something, you know? But well, in the end, she is such a perv. I dunno how we started talking about sex. But we did and the talk was getting good by the minute.


    "So, what do you like?" Jenny asked me with a smile, and what a smile. There was a lot of meaning behind that simple smile.


    "Well," I started a bit shy, "I like it rough, you get me?"


    "Try harder," she winked at me, and I knew she also shared the same liking.


    "Wanna know what I would like to do to you?"


    "Oh! I would love that!"


    "I would like to watch you beg. Beg me, to be your master."


    "Oh, you like submissive girls then?"


    "Is that a problem to you?" I asked Jenny a little bit afraid.


    "Not at all sweaty," Jenny winked at me, "I like a manly boy. Tell me more, what would you do to me."


    "You''re cute and all, but that side of you is pretty hot. It makes me want to hit you," I said breathing a little bit harder now.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    "Where would you hit me?" she bit her lips.


    "Your little face," I said, "for not making us waste 5 years not together."


    "Oh!" she said surprised, "I would like that."


    We started dirty-talking more and more, with an abundant amount of graphical details until I could get no more, I asked her if she wanted to go somewhere, and to her place we went.


    She lived alone, just finished college too and already lived alone. Some people are so lucky!


    We started kissing very wildly in the lift. I was without my t-shirt at her door and ready to make her mine in the spot.


    I was never that wild. I confess I did some pretty stupid public things, but now I wanted her so badly. My high-school crush which I fantasized so much over the years was ready to be mine.


    I dunno how we got to her room, but then she was fully naked and I was on top of her, with her sexy body all to me.


    I started it slow and gentle, but middle I was at my best. I was so wild and deep. But she liked it, she was having a blast.


    I decided to grab her neck, I always had a fascination with necks, they are perfect to grab with my big hands. They are the best to squeeze. She liked that and I squeezed more, just cutting the blood-flow but allowing her to breathe.


    It happened when I was almost ready to come and so was she. I couldn''t hold myself and squeezed her neck harder and harder. I didn''t notice that she stopped liking, I didn''t notice her arms scratching me. I only noticed that she wasn''t moving by the time I finally came.


    I tried to wake her up, thinking she just passed out, but she didn''t wake up. I got my hear to her mouth and no breath. I tried her heart, no beating.


    "Oh fuck!" I said, "she is dead."


    I panicked a little bit, visualizing me in a cell and all the future I could have had and won''t. All the journals headlines "orphan depraved kills during sex." I would not be able to stand it.


    A few seconds of despair later I calmed myself up and tried to think. To think what to do. I always listen to the logical side of my brain.


    "Can she go back like me?" I asked myself, "but how do I even do it?"


    A minute later overthinking the situation and my own past near experiences I came up with a plan. I would kill myself to see if I could bring her back. Apparently, I always did, or so I naively thought.


    I looked at the room, how could I kill myself easily and quickly?


    I went nuts with the adrenaline, I got a knife and I was ready to cut my jugular. That would be quick, right?


    Yes. It is quick and painful and it makes a total mess and it is totally stupid, but it worked. Not even a minute later I was dead on the floor. How could I ever wake up after that, hum?


    The first thing I saw was Jenny, her bright little floating body. She wasn''t aware of me or anything, just there, not thinking or acting.


    "Jenny?" I asked, "can you hear me?"


    She looked at my direction, "Jack? What... is happening?" she said looking at her sides and then at her body.


    "Am I dead?" she started to breath more rapidly.


    "Yes. But not for long," I reassured her, "I''ll fix this. I always do."


    I knew it would be silly, I knew it would be scary but I need to go look for the underworld. I didn''t know how it works, but I only got back when I went there and saw the reaper.


    I tried to look at the darkest corner with the corner of my eye. I probed deeply into the fabric of this world. I tried to dig the darkness. Only after incessantly looking I saw that figure I dreaded the most. An electric shock ran down my spine. The reaper and his bit scythe, he was looking now, looking at me and Jenny. He was aware and ready to collect.


    I looked back at Jenny, "Give me your hand," I said, not entirely sure would that would do. She promptly grabbed me it, and I could feel her touch, despite the lack of bodies.


    This time I didn''t beg to God nor did I tried to jump to myself. I already knew it all depends on my will. That''s what gives people power. The will to do things. The will to survive.


    I concentrated very deeply in my world, the real world that I lived and I willed with all my being to go back there with Jenny.


    So we did. I woke up from my body but I couldn''t get up, but I saw Jenny getting up from the bed and looking at me.


    "Jack?" she whispered, "what is going on?"


    She got up from the bed and went to my side.


    "We died," I softly tried to say, "I killed you. I''m sorry."


    Her neck was bruised and purple but she looked astonishingly sexy. She bit her lips hard and said one world, only one, but it was said in such a way that jolted me with extasy and I knew we would be together for a long ride.


    "Awesome."

 5 - Door

    Jenny was such a nice girl. Don''t get me wrong, she is problematic as fuck, but in a nice sweet way, you get me? Most would think she is normal and sweet little girl, and never once see the cry for help that is hiding in plain sight underneath her fakeness and know that she used to cut herself and is addicted to pain. But, besides these small little details, she was pretty normal.


    "So Jack," Jenny said after we had our second round of sex, "you need to tell me, how did you do it?"


    "Go back to life like a badass you mean?" I sweetly smiled while caressing her naked body.


    "Duh, of course, cut the crap and stop pretending," she slapped my hand.


    "Well, actually I have no idea," I shrugged.


    "Oh really? she said squinting her eyes, "you can go back from the grave and have no idea why?"


    "Of course I don''t. I just died once and I went back. And I died in the next day and in the following, always coming back."


    She eyed me suspiciously before adding, "and how did you bring me back if you don''t know how you do it?"


    "Have you ever had a feeling that there is something more to the world? Something deeper?"


    "Well, everyone feels like that, right?" she asked.


    "In some sense, yes. But that is just bullshit of they thinking they are special while they are not. I meant the world. There is something deeper still," I said while my hand was going to some interesting places.


    "What do you mean?" she allowed me to play.


    "When I died I saw something different, something that shouldn''t be there, but nevertheless was. I called this the underworld, a place totally different than ours."


    "Why do you think it is another place?"


    "I just have this feeling, you know? That there is something stranger and profound. An eerie sensation."


    "Can you show me this place?" she asked getting on top of me and adding in my ear, "like the previous time?"


    I was already turned on, but after hearing those words, it was set. This girl was gonna die now.


    This time it was rougher than the last. I was wild. I wasn''t afraid of leaving marks on her. I wanted to leave a part of me on her. And like the last time, in my apex, I strangled her. Her beautiful white neck was wrapped by my big hands. And a few seconds later she died, yet again.The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    Sex is such a strange thing, right my friend? In one second you are having such fun, and in the next? The girl is dead and you are still inside her savoring her body.


    After I was sure that she was dead I eyed that knife, still bloody on the floor, with my blood. "It''s time again, I guess," I murmured to myself while I got hold of the knife.


    Like the last time, not less painfully or more, I cut myself in the neck and breathed my last breath of air. I felt to the floor and rested without moving.


    The first thing that I saw when I woke up floating over my body was Jenny. She was looking at me. This time she was semi-aware. She was looking without paying to much attention.


    "Jenny?" I asked her.


    She looked at me and smiled, and now seemed to recognize me and our situation.


    "Jack!" she went near me, "it works!"


    "Yes. It always does," I naively thought I was being cocky, "wanna go to the underworld now?"


    "What? Isn''t this the underworld already?" she asked.


    "Oh, no. This is the normal world. As far as I can tell at least," I gestured the place around us, "the underworld is different than this. I''ll show you."


    I grabbed her hand and I tried to concentrate at the world around us. I tried to obliquely look at things using the corner of my eyes. I was getting good at this. I didn''t take as long as the previous times. But this time I didn''t saw the Reaper. I saw a cat. A black cat with red eyes.


    "What is that?" Jenny asked pointing at the cat.


    "I have no idea," I blankly answered while the cat started to come toward us. I froze without knowing what to think. The cat was cute, except for the diabolical red eyes. Apart from this minute detail, it was cute. Diabolically cute.


    The cat stopped at my feet, looked at me and made a meow and walked toward the doors, apparently losing all interest.


    "What was that about?" Jenny asked.


    "Dunno. I hate cats though."


    "Will we follow it?"


    "What? Follow a diabolical cat towards who knows what?" I frantically asked.


    "Don''t be a pussy little Jack. Afraid of a little cat," she said going to the door.


    Sometimes I really forget the girls was suicidal. That why we were there, right? The whole reason. She asked me to kill her. In all fairness, I killed her once without consent. But I guess that are things from the past.


    I followed her and the cat through the door. That eerie sensation that I always felt in this place only got stronger when I passed through the door.


    I wasn''t in Jenny''s apartment anymore. I wasn''t in a building or a city for that matter. It was a forest. A deep dark dead forest. No leaves in any of the trees. No life anyplace to be seen.


    Only a dirt road through the forest. When I looked back I still saw the door. I guessed that was our connecting point to the true underworld and what I saw was only the beginning.


    I went by Jenny''s side and floated along.


    "Will we keep walking?" I asked after we floated some tens of meters.


    "Well, Jack. We are dead and we can always go back, why not explore the underworld, as you call it?"


    This girl is certified nuts. I dunno what stranger, she is like that, or me being attracted to it. I stopped caring and went along. We could always go back. If the Reaper doesn''t do anything, right?


    If I knew that I would never see my body for a long long time, would I had gone with Jenny? Would I have gone this path? That is a tough question to answer. I would probably answer yes. I really wanted to know, how deep the rabbit hole goes and what lies ahead.