What Moves The Dead Novels & Stories

He copied all information about Thomas before he said to his man, “Watch Ben’s dead body.” “Huh? He’s dead. Why should we still do that?” “If I’m not mistaken, Thomas and Ben must be very close. Now Ben is dead, so Thomas would definitely show up. You should keep an eye on the dead body and just wait. I believe we can bail Thomas out!” “What if someone comes and moves the body?” “I don’t care. You just need to follow the dead body all the way. No matter who moves it, you just have to watch it. Don’t alert them.”

I had maggots crawling about my skin and rotten flesh. Mark did not cover his nose like before. Instead, he drew closer to my face. Then, he flew into a rage. “Jane, is it fun toying with me?! You sure made this dummy look real! How could you possibly be dead?! I won’t allow you to die!” As he was throwing his tantrum, I suddenly heard footsteps. Mark was delighted. “I knew it, Jane! You aren’t dead!” But his eyes flew wide open a moment later because the people who had come were his parents.

he said, moving closer to the physique. “What do you mean by that? You just saw it move, didn't you? Do I look like I have nine lives?” I said, almost in a rush. Before I could say any other thing, Drake moved closer, his flashlight shook in his hands while I tiptoed quietly beside him praying to the God I rarely talk to. It was a relief the person wasn't floating in the air but still stood still in front of the tomb. “How could a human stand like that without moving? Or is he dead?” I said, almost jumped back in fear.

It was good because she had not had any movement in so long, it was also bad because she could probably be reacting to being brain dead then eventually dying. The only thing Della could do was call Andre and Garreth.

Oh shit! I'm dead. So very dead.

Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.

The deceased moved in a silent, synchronized horde, like puppets controlled by an unseen hand. Despite the sheer number of souls, their movements were unnervingly coordinated. There were no directions to solicit in this ethereal plane; I had to rely on pure instinct. The black on the amulet had crept past the halfway mark, now a half and a quarter consumed. My search grew frantic. Where was Kaida? I ducked behind a colossal stone, a gateway to a verdant green orb and tempestuous depths. Sentinels, overseeing the passage of the deceased into the Great Beyond, patrolled the area.

"In your next life, don't love someone this way. And don't make anyone wait." Stepping out of the cemetery, I drew a deep breath, feeling the weight I'd carried for years finally lift. As the car drove away, I watched the city blur past and allowed a small smile to form. This time, I had truly let go.

“Reborn?” “Death isn't permanent. Not for everyone.” He glanced at me, and something flickered in his dark eyes. Knowledge. As though he knew things about my situation that I didn't, and was choosing his words with careful precision. “Some souls move through. Some stay. Some choose when and how they return to the living world. It's more complicated than the living imagine, but simpler than they fear.” A scream cut through the air. High, shrill, terrified. The scream of a child.

But I never really left. Death is the perfect alibi. When you’re declared gone, you can finally watch the living without interference, without suspicion. You see who mourns, who forgets, who dares to move on. And I watched them. Every second. Every move. Like a shadow they couldn’t shake off.