Door Number Eight


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What if when someone die not only has the option to go to the other side, but other options as well.


“Uncle Fred”

All of the six ghosts had their own style. James was really exciting of getting to know each of their stories. He asked about the Pianist, (the ghost that he heard about in the first place) after he said that, all the ghosts before him had question marks in their faces, they weren’t sure if they should tell him what happened to Joshua, especially because in fact they were not exactly sure what had happened to him. They just knew that one day he was gone, so they all decided to tell James that he moved out.

Then “Uncle” Fred started to talk, started the chat. He introduced himself as “Uncle” Fred to James, so he right away asked him why the “Uncle” alias. He said that it was because he was the oldest but not that old to be granpha.

“Also ‘Uncle’ Fred is the ‘Reader’ over here” -said Patrick-

“Why is that?”

“Let me show you” -said Fred-

So he took him to his room, when they entered, he discovered right away why he was call ‘THE READER’. Enter into his room it was like enter into a library. “Quiet a collection you have over here, all the classics…..”

“No, I have some new too as well”

“I see that, how’s that possible? I guess the old ones came with the house but what about the new ones?”

“You see, you are not the first to come here and I am not the only reader on the planet”

“I guess, besides, I heard the other day that reading is the new black

What does that mean?” – Fred asked-

“I meant, that it never goes out of style”

“Exactly, a book is life, to read is to have an instant vacation my dear James”

“I bet”

“Now me, now me” -said Susie- who was a little bit desperate by the way…..









Published by: sserrat

I'm the new black, but in color and that color is all the words that come up from inside my head. Fact: This Blog is for me to feel like a real writer. It's just like the feeling that the characters from the movie "you got mail" felt when those words appeared on the screen, that's how I feel when I clicked on P.U.B.L.I.S.H.E.D. That's just a great feeling. I can't see myself no writing in the sense of forever. Writing is magic and when you read me becomes true and when you comment starts to scream. I just love it. A place to be, to let myself go.

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