What happens when you die?

[Sarah]

I can't play the piano anymore, because every time I do, my grandparents come back to watch me. They go lots of places with me, but it's very rare that I can almost "see" them. I don't care to elaborate, because I don't want to be called a nut.

It's not that it creeps me out.. the emotion is just so overwhelming and my very soul has been so crippled over the last couple of years that I don't care to have any more nervous breakdowns.

I don't believe in haunted places, I believe in haunted people. And I'm one of em. I feel like my grandma & grandpa follow me wherever I go and put a conscience in my head (i don't normally have one), and then there are a few random others I don't even recognize that just drop by from time to time and talk to me. Daily life can be very strange. Sometimes I don't even feel like I'm living for myself anymore... like I'm just a body for something else to use while it checks out the world and contemplates the very idea of living. That's the best I can explain it. I'm a visual-spatial thinker anyway, so even beginning to put my thoughts into words is difficult enough as-is, much less on a topic such as this.