Have you ever seen what death looks like?
The wheelchair at the end of the hospital corridor starts moving by itself at 3:17 a.m. The night-shift nurse told me that if I hear it laughing like a baby, I must close my eyes immediately. Otherwise, within three days, I’ll see myself jump from the thirteenth floor.
Beneath the rule, I saw a line of tiny blood-red text: [If you open your eyes for more than five seconds after hearing the laughter, cause of death: fall from a great height, ruptured internal organs.]
No one else can see those words. Only I can.
