I lay on the floor, staring at my murderer. My eyes didn’t blink. My chest didn’t rise and fall. My heart didn’t beat. Where was the light everyone talked about? And shouldn’t I be leaving my body soon? God only knew what Ulla had done to me. Ulla leaned over me, a frown marring her pretty face. Light winked on the knife blade as she bunched my shirt under my breasts. “This really is no fun without the screaming.” Right. Like I gave a flying rat’s ass if her entertainment was spoiled. She’d killed me for pity’s sake, stabbed me without even a twitch of remorse. I hoped she spent an eternity in Hell receiving the treatment she wanted to inflict on me. And I’d let my preferences be known with a higher power as soon as I left my body. If I left my body. This couldn’t be all there was, could it? Or… Crap on a cracker! What if I haunted this dive because I died violently? I so did not want to spend eternity as a ghost in this flea bag motel. Ulla hummed an off-tune ditty.
