Blind Date A Book 2020 – Book #10
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Chapter 1
My name is Jordan Snow. When I was alive, I had two burning desires. I wanted to be a heart surgeon who healed the sick. And I yearned to have a child with my beautiful wife, Emily. But a freak car accident killed me and one of those dreams.
As I soon found out, the universe had other plans for me. While I still heal people, I am a ghost, and the people I heal are dead. And the silver lining? I’m proud to say my living wife, Emily, is expecting our first child.
I’d say I am rocking my ghost self.
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Perhaps you have never met a ghost. Neither had I. That is, not until I became one myself.
Like most of my living friends, I had this idea of what would happen when I died. I figured when my time came, I would close my baby blues and fall into eternal rest. Over… done… the end.
I believed in ghosts, but I wasn’t prepared for the possibility of being one myself. No, it never occurred to me I’d end up a ghost, moseying along the sandy roads of the Outer Banks with nothing to do and no one to see. Or that I’d be living a parallel existence to my living life.
When I was alive, if you had asked me the hypothetical question of what I thought being a ghost would be, I would have played along and said it would be loads of fun. I would have figured that I wouldn’t have to work to pay bills and provide a home, so I’d always be full of energy. I’d just choose a place to haunt and maybe, from time to time, move to a new spot. And of course, being at the beach, I’d spend a lot of time there. Say… ghosts can’t get sunburned, right? Anyway, I thought it would be like taking an extended vacation… but as a dead guy.
However, as I have discovered, the dead life is a whole different kind of lifestyle.
My entry into the ghost world began when a freak car accident stole my life from me and left my spirit earthbound. Sounds like a cliché, right? Cool guy, car crash, now a ghost. But it wasn’t quite that like that.
Within less than six hours of my demise, I met my transition angel, Luke. A celestial being eager to teach me the ropes of living the ghost life. On my first dead day, Luke brought me into his community and introduced me to some charming ghosts. I quickly blended in with them, mostly because they were amiable, and they accepted me with open arms.
Those ghosts were Maggie, Elise, and T.L. They had died during the 1800s, so they were stuck in that era. Since I was recently deceased, it was only natural that I teach them about the current world. At the same time, they taught me to enjoy the simple life. They became my people, and I’d like to think I became theirs as well.
It wasn’t long before my dead life shaped up to be pretty darn good. From the people to the learning of new ways, it has been great fun, and I’ve gone on adventures that I never would have experienced in my living life. Yeah, my new dead life rocks… well, most of the time, it rocks, but when I’m missing my wife, it sucks. And when it sucks, it sucks bad.
To help you better relate to the ghost experience, I should tell you that my dead friends and I use some ghost-specific terminology when referring to ourselves and our alive counterparts. For instance, ghosts prefer to be called the Living Dead or LDs. We refer to living folks such as yourself as Breathers. There are other nomenclatures, rules, and such, as you shall see. But don’t worry, you are one of my peeps too now, so I’ll help you along.
Welcome to my continuing ghost love story…
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