The Signs After They Die Novels & Stories

I struggled, I tried to bring myself up, I tried to swim but the hands kept me down, I couldn't hear anything anymore, just a faint laughter and footsteps that were fading away, until I couldn't hear or see anything. I couldn't breath anymore, a light appeared in front of me. Usually when people die and come back, they fo say they saw a light just after dying, was this it for me?. Is anyone out there?, can someone help? T. B. C

“Those who developed terminal illnesses from prolonged exposure?” He looks at me now—not with fear, but warning. “Their deaths may have been coincidental,” he says solemnly. “I wish they were alive to clarify what truly happened.” The lie is smooth. “Interesting,” I say. I lean forward, my voice dropping. “Because hospital records show that their medical results suddenly vanished. Their bodies were cremated before their families were even notified.” The air in the room tightens. Even the walls seem to listen. Prince Albert exhales. “It is tragic that none survived.”

Her mouth was open in a scream that froze the soul. The sound of it cut through everything. It was grief, warning and prophecy all at once. The signs were here. Every single one of them. Grim reapers. A banshee. The veil between life and death had worn thin in this place. Something horrible was going to happen here. This had father's hands written all over it.

His voice was low and clear as he announced, "He has been dead for over three days. The body shows clear signs of postmortem lividity and early bloating. The victim appears to have died from mechanical suffocation." Hearing the words "dead for over three days", Dad reeled. The color drained from his face instantly, leaving him as pale as a sheet of paper. When an officer pulled back the white cloth covering my face for identification, Dad finally got a clear look at my swollen, distorted features, mottled with dark purple spots. He could no longer explain it away as paint or a tantrum. The next second, he doubled over against the wall, dry-heaving violently as if he were going to throw up hi

I can't find the other and with June's lack of action, she can't either. My movements jerk to a halt as I spotted two bodies in the middle of the living room fogged up with gas. Two bodies sleep over each other with a pool of blood forming underneath them. I rushed to their side and checked their pulses. As the seconds tick by, I'm downright smacked by the reality. Even in death, they were holding their hands and leaning against one another. Maria's eyes were more of white and Nicholas's were devoid of life. I close their eyes, lost for words.

Ethan balled up his shirt and put it over his nose. Axton and I watched as he gently stepped around each person, looking for any signs of how they died. The flies were insane, signalling they had been dead for at least a week. The way their bodies were bloated and discolored was another sign. “There is a white dried film over their lips.” Ethan said. He got on eye level with a cup before standing up. “I bet they were all poisoned. Maybe took a toast as a group and drop dead?” Ethan surmised.

When they were alive, Eliza was their real darling, not me. Right now, their bodies in those coffins still look so strange to me. I still can’t believe they are really dead. The funeral notice I received stated that the “strange illness” that took them first came with symptoms of sudden weakness and unexplained fevers before they finally died. However, I hope they are at peace wherever they are. As the ceremony drags on, I feel nothing but a hollow void of resentment in my chest. The graves are filled, and next, rain begins to fall in earnest, drenching us all.

I ended up dying in the hospital. Before I died, Grandma knelt by the bed, calling for me repeatedly, "Maddie! What happened to you? How did you turn out like this?" Her eyes were red as she pleaded, "Please don't close your eyes! Just stay with me a little longer. Harv is coming over soon!" But I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. My ribs were broken by Harvey, with two of them puncturing my lungs, tearing open a large hole. Each breath I took was accompanied by a harsh, painful sound.

Leighton asked. Meguitte and Fatima exchanged a look, and Meguitte sighed. “Leighton, by the time I bathed Jules, the time for rigor mortis had passed. I do not know. There was no evidence of blood pooling, but that is also not unusual for vampires. Those who feel their end has come often simply lie down and cease movement. After a while, they petrify…” She trailed off and looked at Sigrid. “They cease to breathe, or react… and there is no heartbeat. We have always assumed that indicated that they had died. Is it possible that they enter a… a sort of hibernation?”

What happens after a person dies? Various religions believe that the soul of the dead would go to a certain place for judgment. However, nobody really knows the truth. Only the dead, themselves, can give the most legitimate answers. What comes after death? A question many have asked and pondered on at least once in their lives. But when they’re already one step away from death? Does the question emerge from their curious minds again? Probably not. Perhaps when they realize they only have a few seconds left---less than a minute---to lay eyes to the world and feel the air passing through their mouths and noses, their minds would begin doing an impromptu slideshow of their memories---both satis