They say there's a thin line between life and death. A lot of times, people hold onto that line tightly, but not this certain man standing in between.
Ben didn't know where he was, but from experience, he knew this was his soul while his body was back on earth. In one word, this was the spirit world. The man was sure he wasn't dead, else he would have found his body already.
This was perfect, he mused. As a psychopomp, he had often wondered what would happen to him if he died, would he wander around like the other ghosts? Would he have an unfinished business? And if he did have an unfinished business, what would it be? Who would guide him? Were there other mediums like him? Would they be the ones to guide him? Or would he go to the afterlife immediately?
Thoughts like that filled his head but the man wasn't as panicky as the other ghosts that frequented him, he was as calm as a millpond. What could happen to a spirit?
