Afterlife Experience Stories Novels & Stories

He's coming here in the morning before he goes to school, and go back after his school, her father Harold discussed. Are you telling me the truth? But I have experienced all I told Adam earlier. My friends and I had mysterious adventures where we have to unlock the door to get back home. Please believe me. I'm not crazy. I really experienced what I'm talking about, Hannah said convincing her parents and Adam to believe her. Adam and her parents looked at each other. They know what's Hannah's saying is weird but is it possible that her soul travels? Or maybe that is because of her subconscious mind while she’s in coma?

Only the silhouette of the devil who pushed me was the last thing I saw before drowning in the cold river. Is this how I’m gonna die? *** I let out a wail—shutting my eyes hard due to the pain in my head. Slowly, I opened my eyes and with reflex, my hand blocked the rays of light trying to reach my sight. I became bewildered of what’s happening. The last thing I remember is that I was drowning in the river. Am I in the afterlife? Wait… I still can feel pain in the afterlife?! The moment my eyes adjusted to the surroundings, I quickly scanned the things around me.

If I could get a chance to live again, I will take it up with the elders for lying to children about life after death. The stories among the living make death sound so inviting. They say that everything becomes pure and brighter in the afterlife. But that is just a lie! There is no paradise. There are no lush green sceneries. Neither are the roads made of gold and beautiful cobblestone. I see no deep blue seas and chirpy and colorful birds here. All there is for me to see is darkness. A deep dark abyss of nothingness. A vast expanse of despair and absolutely nothing! The truth is, I would rather get back to life and feel the excruciating pain once more. It is better than this darkness.

XANDRY Have you seen your life before your eyes? It’s a phenomenon even scientists believed that your life history flashed before your eyes in your near-death experienced, but I was not dying. Far from it, as far as I knew. The moment I saw my baby inside the transport incubator, everything flashed back like a black and white movie.

"But if I didn't say anything, I would feel very uncomfortable!" As soon as Adeline finished speaking, Christiano, who was leaning against the side, said, "Aren't you afraid?" "I'm not afraid. I've experienced something more terrible than this. It's nothing to me!" Adeline looked at him and asked curiously, "Then what did you experience that even more terrifying thing?" "I was thrown into a dark place. There was no water or real thing there. There was only the stench of rotting bodies. I stayed there for four days and four nights. When I woke up, I was already lying in the hospital!"

He was hugging my body, shaking me slightly as if to wake me up. I–or what was left of me, stood next to Tony and my body. I was literally at a loss on what to do. This was my first death experience. Does anyone have a guide on what to do after death? Where was I supposed to go? Was I to roam the world aimlessly without being seen, heard, nor felt? Was there no afterlife after all? Just souls wandering in the world? “Ari…,” His voice choked at the end. And when he caressed my cheek so gently, I felt like being strike down in the chest. It was as though he had lost something precious. I… didn’t know I was that precious to him?

My wife, Anne Brighton, gives me a gray parrot. Every single day, it looks me in the eye and screeches, "Go to hell!" I send it to a parrot rehabilitation center, where they place it in a mirrored cage and play "I'm a good bird" on loop, three thousand times a day. Here's the thing—I've been reborn. In my past life, that parrot came into our home knowing only two phrases—"So ugly" and "Go to hell". At first, I believed it was merely mimicking what it had heard. But then my body began to fail. Sleep was the first to go. Every night, the same nightmare returned, and the same voice echoed through it, repeating those words over and over. "Go to hell." My appetite disappeared, and I wast

The corner of her lips curved into a devilish smirk upon seeing the lifeless multitude she had killed, absolutely feeling no remorse. April almost stumbled as she could not believe what she had just seen in the black pot. That lady.... that lady who had killed those people looked so much like her. Was that Margaux, the evil witch? Was what she had just seen the incident that happened three hundred years ago? She held onto her cloak as her hand trembled, horrified by what she had seen in the black pot however, a part of her wanted to see the end. What happened after Margaux had killed those people? Where was Damon and the other vampire princes when it all happened? Despite her fear, she still

My vision got blurry, my body got cold, and the space between life and death seemed to go on forever. Suddenly, I was pulled back by a sharp pain that pierced my side. I let out a gasp, but the breath seemed to have been stolen. I could hear voices, but they were muffled and far away, as if I were submerged. The urgency in their tone was evident even though I was unable to make out the words. My body twitched uncontrollably, but it seemed as though it had happened in a different lifetime.

I gasped as the light hovered over their bodies before glowing brighter and then finally fading away. Cough, cough, cough Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell both jolted upwards coughing. In completely disbelief, their wounds started to stitch together before my eyes. “Zach!” Marcus yelled at the top of his lungs. “What the fuck do you want?” He snapped as he came back outside. His steps faltered as he saw his parents sitting up and breathing. “No way. No way, mom, dad?” Zach choked out as he fell to his knees. “Son…I swear I saw the afterlife, was I…were we dead?” Mr. Maxwell asked him.