[ WP ] You 're a sight seeing ghost who has been enjoying your eternal existence up until now . You decided to visit Area 51 and things were fine ... until you were caught .

The afterlife can be an amazing experience. Amazingly great, or amazingly horrific. 
 
 I died a teenager in a random car accident. I was extremely distraught. I never got to accomplish any of my dreams. I never even got to have my first kiss. I knew maybe I would have ended up like the defeated adults who gave up on their dreams and settled. But I never even got to try. Who knows I could have been the next Mozart, Shakespeare, Einstein, or Sherlock Holmes and I will never know. I think this inner strife is why I popped up as a ghost. I decided to deal with my malaise by travelling the world. If I could n't achieve my dreams alive, at least I could watch other people achieve theirs in death. 
 
 I drifted around cities, always keeping an eye out for any interesting people. I found the weirder they were, the more likely they were to have an interesting life. I stalked some weirdo people who ended up being rock stars. It was often tragic, their extreme ambition and need for creative and new experiences often led them to having drug problems. Nothing in life could compare to the highs of being at their peak, nothing except drugs of course. They were n't the type of people to settle for a normal life, especially not after tasting success. 
 
 I eventually started going all over the world. It was weird that I could understand any language even if I did n't know it when I was alive. I must have been listening on some weird spiritual level. I tried influencing the world every now and then, but all I seemed to be able to do was give people chills, and create some uncanny wind. Eventually stalking people became boring so I decided to solve some mysteries. I started with murders, subtly helping detectives with crimes by giving them chills when they were onto something. It was funny seeing them say things like `` man following your gut really works!'' when I helped them stumble onto things. 
 
 Eventually I decided to investigate some of the biggest mysteries of all. I helped reveal corruption in the government. Although eventually I started to realize most governments everywhere were pretty corrupt. That's when I got it in my head to investigate UFOs. If all these politicians were so corrupt, maybe they were even lying about the existence of aliens. 
 
 I went to investigate the mother of all UFO sightings, Area 51. It was in the middle of a complete desert. I found their base after a long time. But, it seemed super boring. Just typical white collar work. I was sad about it being boring, until I thought, maybe this is n't the real Area 51. So I went back to the desert and started looking in all sorts of random places: underwater, inside mountains, underground. That's when I found the real base. It was underground. I wandered around the creepy hallways, filled with people in hazmat suits until I found what they were researching. A huge UFO. It looked a little like it did in the movies as it looked roughly like a disc. But it did n't have any lights on it, and it was perfectly smooth, no lines, indents, corners or anything. It was really hard to see, light seemed to bounce off it strangely. The shadows seemed as dark as black holes, and the areas with light shining on them seemed extremely bright like glare from the sun even though it was hardly lit. 
 
 Then suddenly, something weird happened. The people in the hazmat suits seemed to notice me. I thought I was just imagining it, as they seemed to go back to whatever they were doing. But then suddenly I started getting pulled toward a man with some kind of strange glowing machine. It pulled me and it felt like someone was pulling at my skin, and all my internal organs at once, painfully stretching them out. I never felt something so horrible in my life. The pain subsided when I was sucked into the machine. But none of my senses worked. It was complete darkness. I could n't see, hear, or feel a thing. I could n't even tell where my limbs were. I could n't feel gravity. It was terrifying and it felt like it lasted forever. 
 
 Then suddenly I felt that feeling of all my skin and organs being pulled again. Suddenly I could feel a part of my self flying out of the machine, going through a bunch of solid objects, and piercing someone's body. They were using me as ammo for some kind of gun. A gun who's bullets can go through walls, but cuts through flesh for some reason. I could feel the walls my pieces were going through, and I could feel the innocent people my pieces were ripping apart. It hurt to feel myself being pulled apart every time someone pulled the trigger, what hurt even more was that I could feel what the victims felt as I tore through them. 
 
 This went on so many times. It felt like decades, but it could have been even longer. Then one day I heard a voice. `` Can you hear me?'' it said. And I replied `` YES! IS SOMEONE REALLY THERE!'' I was so happy to finally hear someone and feel something other than nothingness or pain. `` You ca n't tell, but I'm next to you. I'm an alien that was just sight seeing earth before your people captured me. They have locked me by my wrists and ankles, if you could just move the gun your in a few inches to the right, and get it to fire itself, I can save us both.'' I had no idea what he was talking about. I could n't feel or perceive a thing, how could I move whatever I was in, and fire myself. I explained my situation to him. He replied `` You may not be able to feel anything, but trust me you can still influence things! Try it, focus all your energy into moving.'' I sighed and went along with it. I tried my very best, if I had a blood vessel, I'm sure I would have popped it. It did n't work. So I tried again, this time more calmly. Nothing happened. I kept trying over and over again. But nothing worked. Eventually someone took me away and started to kill more people with me as ammo. 
 
 But eventually they put me back where I was before and I heard my alien friend's voice. `` Lets keep trying!''. So I kept trying. I did n't want to tell him, but on the inside I had already given up. I just kept trying to appease my alien friend. I was taken off and put back several times. Even if trying to move myself was futile, trying was something to do to pass the time. And I got to talk to the alien as I did it. He was just like me. A sightseer. He told me he was kind of a loser compared to his alien peers, so he decided to tour the universe and see other intelligent life. I told him about my adventures as a ghost, and he told me about his adventures as an alien. He said he liked humans the best because we always seemed to get ourselves into trouble as most of the other alien species were super conformist and almost never did something that was n't status quo. For the first time since I died I felt like I had a friend. 
 
 And then one day the alien told me `` YOU DID IT! You moved a bit to the left!'' I thought he was lying. I tried whatever I just did again. It did n't work. But then I tried a dozen more times and he yelled `` YOU DID IT AGAIN, YOU DID IT AGAIN! You moved a bit to the left!''. I was still hesitant, but eventually, I could practically do it on command. Suddenly time just flew by. Day after day, it was the same routine, I would be used to kill some innocent people, and then return to the alien and my training. I was obsessed and in ecstasy as I learned to move the gun I was inside in all directions. With such enthusiasm I learned to fire myself out of the gun too. It was actually easier to learn than moving the gun, I just had to purposely feel the same painful feelings I did when I was forcefully fired. After who knows how long, I was finally ready. 
 
 The alien told me exactly how to adjust my position. Eventually I was in exactly the right position to the millimeter. Then he said `` FIRE'', and I fired. I could feel a piece of myself fly off and dismember my alien friend's left hand. I have no idea how, but somehow he got himself free and picked me up. He fired me off more rapidly than I ever had been fired before. It hurt so much I wanted to not exist anymore. I kept yelling at him to stop. But he would n't listen. That's when I realized it. He was using me just like how Area 51 was using us. He never wanted to help me, just help himself. It dawned on me he might use me like this forever. Eternal damnation had a whole new meaning. 
 
 So I started to plan. I could n't tell where I was aiming, but I could tell where my bullets went. Hopefully I could use this to eventually kill the alien myself. I would just randomly move myself, fire, then move myself again. It would be brutally painful to fire myself that much but it was the only way I could think to get out. But in the middle of my planning suddenly I could hear birds chirping. I opened my eyes. I was in the middle of a forest and in front of me was a little alien fella. He was four-limbed and bipedal like us, had a stump for a hand, was about 5 feet tall and was extremely skinny. His head looked like an octopus. His skin was scaly. And his one remaining hand had spidery fingers. I heard a voice in my head go `` Sorry, for using you like that. I had to do it to escape''. He then started to walk toward something. It was the UFO I saw earlier. He climbed inside. He asked me `` Do you want to come along and see other worlds?'' I hesitated. I was in shock about finally being free, and in shock that I was staring at an alien who was proposing to go on a space adventure. I smiled and floated beside him inside the ship still too shocked to speak. He really was my friend after all. 
 
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