When I died and was on my way to the cemetery, I was told that my life, as a ghost, would be wonderful and it would make up for the misery that I went through before death.
"You will sleep the whole day in a comfortable tomb where you can toss and turn all you want. You will avoid the traffic, transportation and the daily misery. You will wake up at night and roam freely in your city without being stopped or asked to show your ID by anybody. You can cross the street whenever you want and you will not be hit by a car. You can violate all the laws and travel to any country without a visa. You’ll never be hungry or thirsty and you will not feel cold or hot. Nobody will kill you, because you’re dead. And you will be able, if you desire, and most importantly, to finally take revenge from your enemies. Your mere sight will scare the sleep out of their eyes. Those who were unjust to you and stole your hard-earned living and killed you and your children. You will indulge in torturing them as you please and turning their nights into hell. You will enter their homes and wreak havoc. You can scare their children at night so they wet their beds. You will be the master and will see them, all of them, kneeling in front of you like dogs, or running to a psychiatrist without telling anyone they saw you for fear of being accused of insanity. All the prescriptions and pills they will take will be useless. And you will return before each dawn to your grave ecstatic with your might, humming your favorite song and planning your next night. "
For years, I’ve been lingering in the streets of my city every night. Nobody sees me and nobody is scared of me; not even children. Those who killed me have multiplied their wealth and grown their bellies. I get lost sometimes in their large homes, but I often find them celebrating around their lush tables, and their nights are replete with laughter. They do not care about me passing by or staying. I stand at their beds and scream with all my strength in their ears but I only hear their snoring get louder. Their dogs are the only ones who salute me sometimes with a bark or a tail wag when I leave in the early morning hours disappointed with my failure.
The grave is much narrower than I imagined. I haven’t slept for over a year. My neighbor advised me to consult a psychiatrist. He said that he was, like me, suffering a lot during the first years and then he accepted the status quo and that we’ve been deceived twice. I will see the doctor tomorrow. "
