I Would Know Him In Death Novels & Stories

I wanted to cry, but there were no tears. The only thing I could say was, “I know. I know now.” He fell asleep holding the album. He drifted around the apartment for days. He didn’t eat or drink during the day, and at night he’d drag a chair onto the balcony and watch the stars. I watched him get thinner, with stubble and hollow eyes. I was beside myself and there was nothing I could do. But having been dead for so long, I learned some spiritual powers. Two weeks in, I figured out how to enter his dreams.

She's never coming back! Daniel sprawled across the back seat, bawling his eyes out. He didn't stop until they reached the police station. "Ed, I won't let Helen die for nothing. I will get justice for her." Uncle Ed gazed at him intensely for a moment but said nothing more. He only let out a heavy sigh and brought Daniel to identify my remains. The moment Daniel laid eyes on my corpse, he broke down in tears again. He pointed at the jagged cracks on my skull in disbelief, his voice trembling. "Did she do this to herself? How much pain was she in? And I didn't know any of it. I'm the one who killed her. I don't deserve to call myself her uncle!"

There was something about looking at the boy today that gave her mixed feelings. She pulled out her phone and searched for the movie. Lead actors were Benjamin Frost and to her surprise, his son, Benjamin Frost Junior. She scrolled up and saw a news report of a plane crash. She clicked on it and read through. As she did, she realised it was similar to the story Damien once told of how he lost his parents. The article described how the great Benjamin Frost died with his wife, but his son survived. As she reached the end, the last few lines caused her utter confusion.

I have this feeling that he is up for something. He smirked. “Let’s say I’m just a concerned citizen, Detective.” “What do you know about the death of two students in Mansfield?” “I just know who the killer is.” “Why would you know who the killer is? Were you also there? Do you have evidence?” “Yeah, I saw it,” he said smiling. I sighed and stood. “Wait, where are you going?” “Look, I think we have nothing to discuss.”

It was him…it was really him "Yandel…" His name rolled out of my lips in the best form it could. He came close to me and his scent immediately filled my entire senses. It opened my eyes fully and without thinking of if I was paralyzed or if I could even use my upper body, I raised my head up and joined our lips together. The taste of coffee spread through my tongue bringing out tears in my eyes. He was the one, he was really here. She knew the news of him being dead had to be fake. Even though his family shot everyone out and did a private burial for him, my mind didn't go with him being dead.

You know the saying, ‘People actually know when they die? That's why sometimes, before death, some people reach out to their loved ones to say goodbye; it was because they already knew, they could smell death knocking on their door, waiting for them to dig their own grave. Actually, I could already see the end, I could smell it, hear it and feel it. Just… let me save one person before I die, someone, I love more than life itself. When I said I would follow him to hell, I meant that. I will commit murder for you, and meet you in hell, baby, and if you're not in hell, I'll kill the devil, flee hell and meet you in heaven.

This time his eyes met mine; the sadness, hesitation, and worry shone in them. I took the time to study his face, like, really study his features. And the more I glanced at him, the more his likeness became familiar. It wasn’t about me knowing him a couple of months ago; this was about him looking very much like someone I knew from the past. Someone whose face I had long forgotten. But it can’t be. The last I heard, he was dead. There was no way he was standing here in front of me. There was no way I would have failed to recognise him; we were, after all, family.

Why did she get to have you? "That's why I wanted her dead. I wanted her to die knowing the truth—to die knowing that you sealed her fate with the consent form you signed. That way, you'll be haunted by her death and live in remorse forever, but I'll be the one beside you all the time. I'll be the one helping you move on. I'll be your only light in the shadows." She reached out to stroke Marcello's face, but he darted backward as if dodging a snake. "Don't touch me."

“You really don’t know when to stop, do you?” “I could say the same about you.” He smirked. “Still chasing ghosts. Still trying to avenge daddy.” I lunged forward and grabbed his collar, shoving him against the hood of his car. “Don’t,” I growled. “Don’t you dare talk about him like that.” He didn’t flinch. If anything, he seemed entertained. “Oh, come now. You want to hear it from me? Fine. Leonard was supposed to die that night, not linger.”

But as I stand in this place of truth, holding the hand of Death while his ink stays quiet, I cannot stop thinking about that flicker in the man-shaped figure’s eyes. He looked directly at me. And for the briefest second it felt like he knew me. How could that be?