[ WP ] Sailors have always been a superstitious bunch . In the long stretches of darkness and isolation between stars superstitions still run high . So let 's hear a ghost story from deep space .

I don ’ t know how long I ’ ve been drifting. Years? Centuries? Time doesn ’ t mean much at this point, out in the cold. The stars glare at me from all around as I spin… and spin… alone in the dark. I want to blink, shut my eyes and block out their stares… They know. The stars know what I did. 
 
 I DID N'T MEAN TO! 
 
 I lost my head. I pulled out my gun and… It happened so fast, but I can see it over and over again in my mind. Every damn instant looping over and over AND OVER AGAIN. They did what they always do with murderers. Out the airlock. I remember the rush as the gates opened, then the cold, then the black. Then the stars. They know. They see everything. If I could just close my eyes… But I can ’ t move. I can ’ t do anything but drift… 
 
 I ’ m sorry. 
 
 I ’ m so sorry. 

