By: Jessica  Reader

I've Always wondered what it was like?...

I mean for the people claiming that they've had an out of body or near death experience during surgery. Christ, for as long as I can remember, I've heard so many variations of the story over the years that it just got annoying, but that's what I thought at the time.

Well, before the accident happened, that landed me in this situation in the first place. But if you ask me how it happened, I don't think I would be much help, since I vaguely remember?

Though of course, that's, what happens when your someone like me, Drinking their life away, behind a wheel none the less? Come to think of it, this wasn't my first time, in this situation... though at least the last time I survived it? And I mean shit, you think I would have learned a lesson or two when it happened?

....I guess not?

Anyway, it's not like I didn't see this eventually coming, right? But since we are going to be stuck together for the duration of my story. I'm assuming you have a morbid sense of humor like I did?

Because, since for some reason every time I keep replaying what happened in my head, the song," I believe I can fly" By R. Kelly, keeps playing in the background, as my face met the pavement at what I am guessing probably a hundred miles an hour?

Sounds immature, doesn't it?

But getting back to the point... As I slipped in and out of consciousness after the crash, with my last thoughts being...

"Please God, I don't wanna die?"

But, as I completely blacked out, due to the overwhelming pain coursing through my body, I was rushed to the nearest hospital.

After what seemed like hours, I slowly started waking up, as the cold air from the air conditioners in the room hit my skin, jolting me back to reality. As my sense's started to metaphorically come back online, I could smell the sickening yet all too familiar smell of the universal hospital disinfectant, copulated with the smell of pus and blood... A lot of it?

I mean if death had a smell.... it would most definitely be that.

But, as I lay there, wondering what was going on.  I felt the cold steel of the operating table press against my back...

"Is this some kind of sick joke?"

I thought as an overhead light shone directly in my face, obscuring my vision even more than it already was. Making it hard for me to make out the doctor's covered in blood...

My blood, most likely?

pouring over me little by little, like I was some extremely rare specimen. But then again, now that I think about it, I can see why? The had the blood to of come from somewhere right? Well even if it did, I don't really think it phased me much, the blood and all? Since it was by far the eeriest thing in the room.

On the contrary, do you remember back in the day, when families with low-income use to have their deceased loved ones photographed?

Because this was one of those moments, the living would come out blurry in the photo and the dead, well the dead would come out unblurred. visible enough for anyone to see. and scary enough, same goes for whatever the fuck that thing is standing in the far right corner of the room, smiling at me, with its devilish grin that I swear could have even given the Pope a run for his money.

And as I unknowingly locked eyes with it. A chill promptly ran down my spine. Seeing a smile cross the creatures face, breaking out further from ear to ear, baring it's sharp pointy teeth, as though I were an object of it;s transfixed fascination.

feeling petrified, as  I watched the creature advance on me.

I let out a sharp loud scream, that most likely would have echoed throughout the room. however, when I did. The doctor's seemed pretty unphased?

I mean, it seems all they really cared about, As I tried to get up and run away from the creature, was trying to restrain me, and drone on about my pulse dropping or something like that?

I mean, you'd think they would have cared less about me for a second, and focus on that sickly deranged looking creature, that suddenly appeared in the emergency room with us? 

But, as the creature continued to advance on me, my breathing became shallow. And I began to feel something of a, euphoric nausea.

Adrenaline maybe?...

Standing by my side now, I watched on in terror, the creature raised its long slender bony finger to it's lips as if it were...

.. shushing me?

And as it did so, I could feel my eyelids becoming heavy, as though my strength was being zapped away, slipping in and out of consciousness once more. as my eyes began to glaze over, the world  I once knew, began crashing down around me.

"You poor, poor fool, you had so much time, left ahead of you.."  The entity whispered softly.

As the heart monitor, I was hooked to, began flat-lining, I could hear one of the doctors say. Just before I slipped away completely...

"I'm calling it, time of death.."

After that, everything went completely silent, as the hours passed, I woke up once again. On a nearly identical cold harden metallic slab that I had originally woken up on earlier.

To my loved one's standing in the room with me.... Crying? I mean, I think they were crying? but I could barely tell? Though as my vision became clear once again, I found out why?...

To my horror, as I metaphorically stood there, looking down on what I thought at the time... was just nothing but a terrible nightmare. As my presumably lifeless corpse looked back up at me from the slab for all to see. Covered from the neck down in a simple depressing white sheet.

After awhile, as my loved one's left the morgue, one by one. I sat there, watching as one of the coroner's, move in and draped the rest of the sheet back over my bodies stone cold pale face. a thought occured to me, what if this is an out of body experience?

I mean that was a lot less permanent, right?...

Or, could it be that I unknowingly crossed the threshold, of the living and the dead? But, as I sat there, on the cold tiled floor deep in thought, I pondered about my situation. As the coroner pushed that thing that was once human on the slab, into the dark abyss of the drawer that was lined up with so many others.

Waiting, as they closed the door, I curiously leaned over and looked at the obvious name tag that adorned it, though for some reason I can't seem to recall why I did it?

I mean, I know who I am, why would I need any confirmation on it? But as I began reading my name out loud, I heard the morgue door's behind me slam shut, as the coroner left for the night, startling me.

as the lights went out, I sat there for a moment trying to gather my wits, not even thinking once.

...That I might actually not be alone...

That is until I felt an all to familiar chill run down my spine. like I was being watched, with the same morbid curiosity as before in the emergency room. But as I got to my feet, I noticed a sudden movement out of the corner of my eye. Stopping dead in my tracks, however, I prepared myself. 

Basically waiting to see if something was going to jump out at me? Since this would have been a perfect time to do so, But all sarcasm aside, as I stood there surveying the area, it was one of those times where  I wish I had definitely been alone.

As the sound of someone chuckling eerily once again filled the room," You still haven't figured it out yet? have you boy?" The entity asked, as its voice whispered throughout the room. I frantically tried to find the exit.

Because, for some reason, I just had this haunting feeling. That if I stuck around this place any longer. I would have been in a world of trouble... Or worse? As I groped around in the darkness, trying to reach my destination. I heard the entities voice once more, this time asking loud enough to the point where it left my ears ringing.

"You know this isn't a joke right?...You're dead?.."

"Dead?... I can't be dead?" I thought to myself, as I reached out for the door handle. Completely forgetting that it was locked for the night, I desperately turned the handle. And as I did so for some reason it opened? the fucking thing opened effortlessly? which was weird.

The lock must have been shitty or something?... Though I can't complain, I just wanted to get the fuck out of there. But when I left the room, however, I somehow slowly found my way upstairs, into one of the temporarily empty levels of the hospital. As I began walking as though all the powers of hell were nipping at my heels, I noticed a sign on the nearest wall that read.

"EMERGENCY OPERATING ROOM ONE 1#"

Stopping for a moment, as I stood there, staring at the sign in silence. I began feeling this weird bout of Deja Vu.

"This must have been the room I was in earlier?" 

 As I thought about it, I noticed something our of the corner of my eye fly past me? But before I even had time to register what, or who it was... I heard their voice again, this time much closer, teasing me.

And though I did not want to do this... in fact,"I really didn't want to do this"  I slowly turned to face whatever was following me. And as my eye's widening in horror, on what I thought might have been a hallucinogenic figment of my imagination, due to the pain and all.

But, as luck would have it, the entity appeared before me once again, down the hall ahead of me, staring me down with it's hollow black eyes. Blank-faced and pale. As I stood there terrified, the most disturbing thing occurred to me...

I can see it clearly now... As everything else, this time, all dead and decaying. Realizing that this thing wasn't going to leave me alone, I quickly began looking for a way out of this nightmare.

While not taking my eye's off the creature, I entered the operating room. Not watching, where I was going, as I kept my back away from it, as the entity advanced on me again. I stumbled into the operating table, I had been laying on earlier.

Quickly as I regained my composure, I dashed deeper into the room, without a second thought. I hid behind some equipment carriers, As my face became pale with fear, hoping to whatever god was out there, willing to listen. That this thing, this creature would never find me. Though however, as I heard the things footsteps starting to fade away, I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to myself.

"Thank Christ!, it finally lost interest in me?" But just as that thought escaped my mind, the same ghostly voice replaced it once again replying slyly as though it could hear exactly what I was thinking.

Lost?... Don't be silly child, I'll never lose interest in you... not now, not ever."

And as I heard those words,  as my mind began to wander, while looking for the nearest exit. I thought to myself," How the hell, am I going to get out of here, with that creature still looking for me?". While surveying my surroundings, the only exit I could see, was the one I entered through. But even if I managed to slip past it.

...Would it follow me?

Either way, it's bloody obvious, staying here would be suicide. So instead of waiting for it to find me. I quietly swallowed my fear and made my way towards the door. Waiting for my chance to escape. I quietly slipped under the operating table.

 Keeping my guard up, as I quietly peered out from under the table, To see if the coast was clear. It never occurred to me that someone could be sitting on the operating table above me? Quietly waiting, most likely for me to surface... 

And being gullible enough, thinking that it was safe, I came out of hiding. Not realizing a man in his early sixties was sitting on the operating table behind me, that is, until he casually spoke up, startling me.

"You really are that stupid, aren't you? I mean, had you learned your lesson the first time. We, would not have been having this conversation five years later?" He sarcastically jeered. 

Quickly, as I spun around in shock, he added, as a smile only a mother could love crossed his lips. 

"I mean, seriously, drinking under the influence?... What a waste."

Then, while dressed from head to toe in black, the old man slowly rose up from where he was sitting straightening his clothes out in a business-like fashion.

And while regaining my composure, as I watched him jump down off the table. I felt compelled to ask him the one question. I for some reason already knew deep down.

"Who on earth are you?"