[a short story about a ghost interview] “how was your life?” a voice asked me.

Well, was not my life? I grew up, time passed, I cried, I laughed, I cried again, laughed and then again cried. Suddenly I was suspended, everything revealed itself to me. The Secret. When I finally returned back to time and space the clock stopped. I never saw it coming. Cold Machine, I never said Good Bye.

-Ouija

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