YOU'RE DEAD. NOW WHAT?

im dead. now what?

please do come visit me everynight, contact the gods and middle ages knights to pray for me.get in touch with my favourite fairy and let her bless my tomb.come see me after 3 am, nothing good happens at 3am, my grandma said.on my bed, the fluids of my tangled body spread, filling the satin sheets with wine like red.i died at 4, just before the war.was it a bad omen just like this poem?

i will haunt every single one of you, make your fingertips cold, your doors creak, your eyes go black and beg for you to come back. hey, you should join me! its quite fun here, we're all carefree celebrating an eternal jubilee.now that i'm dead and safe, i wont ever chafe.i'll float, laugh at the mortals reading my note.

''im dead, now i'm safe''

she wrote.