Ghost - 9

The blanket was pulled over his eyes and the boy died peacefully in the hospital. He watched them take his body away and he followed, afraid and certain that this was all a dream. Even as he slipped through the double doors of the morgue, his fear slowly dissipated.He admitted this new revelation that he was dead to himself and walked to a wall, placing his palm against it. He felt, for a second, the rough surface under his fingertips before he slid through the wall.He entered the dark soil beneath the hospital and began to climb, using the temporary solidity of the things around him to move slowly upwards. He roke from the dirt in the middle of a heaving intersection.For a second, he felt the old fear resurface. He stumbled and caught himself. Standing for a while, he began to notice a new, comforting feeling.The chaos swirled around him and he felt excited, sad, and peaceful all at once. He sat down in the exact center and closed his eyes. From the window of a passing car, a child noticed, just for a tiny fraction of a second, a perfectly happy face, glowing in the night.The boy ghost, still dressed in his hospital gown, adorned with footballs, came to terms with himself and admitted something.He was dead.The child in the car twisted rapidly in his seat and saw the face glow brilliantly and columns of marble popped into his vision. The light shone like a thousand candles and the whole image began to fade. The ghost was gone.