Haunt Rater Magazine Volume 12 | Página 12

Reborn

I was never a religious man. And I certainly didn't believe in reincarnation. Yet here I am!

Moments after my heart stopped beating and my surroundings slowly faded into nothingness, I open my eyes and I find myself in a sterile white room, cradled in the arms of a young woman who is drenched in sweat, wearing a hospital gown. Tears of happiness stream down her chubby cheeks, drizzling down onto me. My new mother, I suppose!

Oh, to be reborn! To have another lifetime ahead of me with all of the knowledge I accrued in the first! I might have a new vessel, but inside I remain the same person! Sure, it'll be a few years before I can talk, before I can walk, before I can exhibit complete free will. But once I can, I'll pick up right where I left off. I certainly wouldn't mind if this life ends differently, however. I didn't particularly enjoy the electric chair.

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