The Afterlife series Box Set (Books 1-3) (3 page)

“It was mine,” Frederic said while picking up the doughnut with his fat little fingers.

Alexandra stabbed her fork in his hand thinking it would hurt him. But as it went straight through him, it only made him laugh in her face.

”Ha!” he said.

The fork trick had probably worked while they were growing up, but now everything was different. Frederic opened his mouth and ate the doughnut while Alexandra argued.

“It was mine, you know!”

“Now it is mine,” Frederic said with his mouth filled, deliberately showing his sister the half-chewed doughnut in his mouth.

“I hate you!” Alexandra screamed. She threw her fork on her plate and crossed her arms in front of her.

To my surprise, Mick suddenly intervened. He stuck his head down between the two and tried to calm them.

“I think I might be able to fix your little problem,” he said.

They both looked at him, obviously not believing him.

“See, I am the cook in this fine establishment.”

Alexandra looked at him with a little more interest.

Then he stretched out his arms and flipped his hands. When he turned them, a doughnut even bigger than the first one emerged between his hands. Frederic’s eyes were huge with envy as Alexandra smiled and took it, looking back at her brother triumphantly.

Mick looked at me and smiled. I clapped my hands discreetly at him. Then as I turned my head, my eyes stopped at Abhik who sat across from me. He sat with his head bowed and had barely touched his food. I stared at him until I heard Mick whisper from behind me. “It is not polite to stare.”

I moved my head. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to,” I whispered. “It is just that all the rest of us are eating like we never had food before and that boy is only sticking his fork into it but not even putting it in his mouth.”

“Abhik has been a cancer patient most of his life. He is not used to having an appetite or eating that much. But he will be. We need to give him some time to get accustomed to the fact that he can actually eat and that he will never have to feel sick again. These things take time.”

Just as Mick finished his words Salathiel raised his glass high in the air and made a toast.

“To our new students,” he said.

“To our new students,” the entire hall replied.

After dinner we followed Salathiel and Rahmiel out of the big hall. They soared into the air and we followed them climbing a long ladder.

I was surprised to be feeling so sleepy. I didn’t even know if spirits slept. But then again I didn’t think they ate, and I had been proved wrong.

 We found our beds in one of the towers. Four other girls shared my room: Portia, who was also an American girl like me;  Acacia from Greece; Mai from China; and Jackline from Uganda. The old-fashioned beds surrounded with velvet curtains were so soft, unlike any bed I had ever slept on. Wondering what they were made of I pulled up the sheet and realized the bed was in fact floating above the floor. I reached down and touched what looked like the mattress and realized the bed was actually a cloud. We were sleeping on soft and fluffy clouds.

Being as tired as I was, I didn’t pay any attention to the girls chattering. I fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.

I had an odd dream that night. Some people who I thought were my parents were searching everywhere for me. I couldn’t see their faces but knew it must have been them. They were desperate and worried. I wanted to tell them that I was all right, they shouldn’t be worried about me anymore, and that I was dead, but it wasn’t so bad. But I couldn’t.

I woke up sweating and shaking. Once I realized it had just been a dream I rolled over and fell asleep again, but the next day I couldn’t stop thinking about the dream. What if it was true? What if my parents didn’t know what had happened to me?

C
HAPTER 4

I
WAS LATE FOR
my first class. The story of my life, I thought, and apparently also of my death. I woke up late and the other girls were already gone. I climbed down the ladder and then had no idea where to go from there. The hallways were quiet and there was no one to ask for directions. So I tried to walk the same hallway I thought I remembered we took the night before, but I was wrong. I ended up in a dead end with a door on the right.

I entered it and stood in a huge chamber. In the middle on a giant table of stone sat a huge open book. I went to it and looked at the pages filled with pictures of humans. The first one showed an elderly woman lying on her deathbed. The more I stared at the picture, the more I realized that she was in fact moving, exhaling what seemed to be her last breath. The woman’s chest was elevated while the spirit quietly oozed out of her body and looked down at her. Suddenly the woman was not alone. Two spirits came through the walls in the room and took her spirit by the hand. Together the three of them disappeared through the wall and the lifeless body stayed behind.

I stood motionless and stared at the picture for a long time. Then as I flipped through the book, I realized all the pages were filled with pictures just like this one. And in every one of them someone was dying. I flipped twenty pages or so and saw a woman on an operating table in a hospital. I flipped a couple more and saw a young man, no more than seventeen or eighteen, lying on the floor in a pool of blood. Someone was standing next to him. It made my heart race. The man raised a baseball bat and hit the boy with it. Then he did it again and again; the body just lay there lifeless. My eyes filled with tears. How could anyone do something that cruel?

As the man kept hitting him, the boy exhaled and his spirit emerged from him. Like in the other picture, two spirits arrived through the wall and took the boy’s spirit with them and left the body behind.

I caught my breath and took a few steps backward. I realized I was shaking all over. Then I turned the pages back to look at the picture of the old lady. It had started all over again. She was lying in her bed and exhaling. It was like that with all the pictures. They kept repeating the same sequence over and over again.

I stormed out of the room and ran down the hallway. I turned into another wide corridor that led me to a ladder. I hurried down the rungs, thinking it looked like somewhere I had been before. This led to a narrow passage, then a wonky ladder that ended at a wall. I ran back and found a hall with armor I was sure I had seen before. As I passed, the armor followed me before it took a turn and went down another hallway.

I looked for a bell to ring but couldn’t find any. Eventually I sat down in a chair and sighed. After a few seconds I was sure I felt the legs of the chair moving. It began to walk sideways like a crab. Before I could get off, it quickly dashed down the hall.  I screamed for it to stop, but as it ran I realized it was taking me in the right direction. Suddenly I saw people in the hallway, floating while they were talking, with books under their arms. They suddenly emerged from the walls, but everybody went in the same direction as me and my chair. The chair seemed to be slowing down now and I began to feel more comfortable.

“Oh, I see you have made a new friend,” I heard a voice from behind me. A stream of peace and love rushed through me and I knew it was Rahmiel.

“The thinking chair is a very good friend to have,” she said as she caught up with me.

“Is that what it’s called?” I asked.

“Yes, the thinking chair can read your mind and will help you in any way if you are good to it. But it will not help you if you are not nice and if your thoughts and motives are not right.”

“Ah, that is how it knew where I wanted to go.”

The chair stopped in front of a closed door.

“It must have liked you right away. Normally it takes more than one try and a lot of persuasion to get it to help you. This is your classroom,” Rahmiel said. “You’d better hurry; I think they have already started.” She leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Don’t forget to thank the chair and tickle it under the seat. It really likes that,” she said before she left.

So I took a moment and found the spot. One chair leg started moving and I could tell that it liked it.

“There now. I have to go to class,” I said while petting it on the seat. “I hope the teacher will not be too mad at me.”

I felt as though the chair smiled at me, but I wasn’t sure. Then I turned and opened the door to the classroom.

“Well, look who has decided to finally join us.”

It was Mrs. Higgins, the lady from the boat. I felt so embarrassed. Giggles came from where Portia sat with girl I remembered from dinner the night before.

“Don’t just stand there. Go and sit down,” Mrs. Higgins said.

I faked a smile and found a seat.

“As I was just telling the class, I am going to teach you the History of the Afterlife. I will not only fill you in on the proud history of this Academy, but also on the history of the Spiritual Realm. As you know, you have entered the spirit world, the world of Ru’ach. This world is filled with possibilities, and you will be amazed at what you are capable of doing. This is your first full day in the Afterlife and there is a lot you don’t know. But don’t worry; by the time you graduate from this place, you will know all you need to know.”

She looked at the class and then turned to the blackboard behind her. It wasn’t like an old-fashioned chalkboard. It was very different as a matter of fact. It seemed to be made out of light. I noticed she didn’t have a pen to write on it. She just touched the board of light and then pictures occurred. Soon images made from light were floating around in the class-room, accompanied by music and voices telling stories. I didn’t have to concentrate at all. It was like it simply oozed inside of my brain, like the light penetrated my brain and I immediately knew everything and understood everything.

“As you know by now, you have all lost your physical body but you still exist as a spirit,” Mrs. Higgins explained while the many images were planted in my brain. Images from the Academy over time.

“Not many people on earth are aware that they have a spirit that will still exist even when their physical body dies. There are several academies like this in the Afterworld, about four hundred or so, that take care of the spirits and prepare them for the Afterlife. Just before a spirit is born into a body it is appointed to an academy and it follows you through your earthly life and helps you get to the right place once your earthly body is dead. Some have classes on the moon and as you will experience we have several classes taking place at the Northern star.”

What Mrs. Higgins told me explained a lot, like what I saw in those pictures in the book earlier. They had captured these people’s deaths and just repeated it again and again. But I didn’t understand why. What purpose did those horrible pictures have?

“Now there are many things you can chose to do in your eternal life, and I will get back to all that later. But I can tell you that whatever your life was like on earth, it will not be like that here in the Afterlife. You will never go hungry or be weary again. Diseases can’t reach you, neither can cold nor warmth. From now on you are to enjoy your lives to the full extent. However, I do hope you chose to spend your time in eternity doing something good and valuable.” 

A boy raised his hand.

“Yes, Nigel?” Mrs. Higgins said.

“Where did all the bad people go? Are they here too?”

Mrs. Higgins sighed. “No, they are not here. They went somewhere else,” she said.

“Where?”

“You don’t want to know.”

Another boy raised his hand.

“Yes, Alberto?”

“I was sure I saw Michael Jackson in the hall; was that really him? Does that mean that he was in fact innocent?”

Mrs. Higgins sighed again and sat down while floating in the air.

“I don’t know any details about the spirits who come here, or about the lives they have lived on earth. It is all a little complicated, kids,” she said. “There is a place for evil spirits, where demons rule over them. In the dark world. We call the evil spirits Se’irims. But who goes where is not something we decide. That is done for us by God.”

“So there are no evil Sri ... ms ... here?” Nigel asked.

“Se’irims,” she corrected him. “And no. You will not find them here in our school … hopefully not.”

Nigel wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. “Phew.”

“I’ve heard that some spirits change during their stay here,” Portia said, her green eyes lighting up her pale face. “That some are drawn to both worlds and chose to serve the dark and more powerful spirits.”

“They are certainly not more powerful. I don’t know who would have told you such nonsense,” Mrs. Higgins said while snorting.

Portia stuck her small nose in the air. “That’s what I heard.”

“Well, it is wrong. It is true that there are cases of what we call fallen Angels and fallen Ru’achs. They are the ones who choose to serve the darkness instead of the light. ” Mrs. Higgins paused. Then she opened an old book in front of her. Light streamed out of it and words seemed to be dancing in the air.

“Now everybody turn to page 23 of your textbook.”

History of the Living Dead turned out to be a rather boring class. It was kind of cool in the beginning though, when we got to hear about all the famous Angels. But then we had to learn all their names and scribble them down.

“Angels stay very close to God most of the time, but we do see them among us, like Salathiel and Rahmiel,” Mrs. Higgins explained. “They are both Angels and very close to our Almighty Father. Salathiel is one of the first Angels. He was the rescuing Angel of Adam and Eve.”

Nigel raised his hand again.

“I don’t seem to remember him from the Bible.”

“No, there is a lot of our history that hasn’t been written down for humans. That is why you need this history lesson. When Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden of Eden they went through a lot of trials and temptations. Satan told them that he was an Angel sent from God, and he lured them to a mountain and made them climb it while wanting to throw them down and kill them. The Angels Salathiel and Suriyel were sent by God to bring them down from the high mountain.”