The skeletal form of an 88 year old woman lay astray on the hospital bed, like a corpse with a beating heart. The woman was breathing as if she had just ran a marathon, preparing for the experiment that could change life as they knew it. The doctors attached two paper thin shockers to the woman’s cranium, plugged in the IV tubes and started the machine. The woman lay, prepared to be pronounced clinically dead for the next 3 days, head lolling from side to side as the hospital bed was wheeled uneasily along the tiled floors. The woman was facing parallel to the entrance of the machine. She and the doctors were ready. She was cautiously wheeled into the machine and the small red button was at the doctors fingertips, ready to find out what really happened after death. He pressed it. The machine whirled into action, the woman’s pupils dilating, and as the electrical signal charged the woman’s heart jolted to a halt, pronouncing her clinically dead. Three days passed. Doctor Smith stepped into the cold, marble tiled room in which the woman lay, ready to bring her back to reality. He was holding a cup of readily made camomile tea, waiting for the other doctors to walk in. ”It’s been three days, Doctor Jones. It’s time to make the most groundbreaking discovery of the twenty-first century” Doctor Smith stroked his beard, and considered what Doctor Jones had said. He took another sip of his tea, his hand retracting slightly as he found it still to be too hot. ”It’s time” he exclaimed. He bent over the woman and examined her closely, looking for any signs of decay or damage. ”All looks good” he notified the other doctors, as they took their pens and scribbled down the details in their notepads. “We will now revive her” he said. He calmly lay a finger on the green button. The machine bolted into abrupt action. The woman’s heart rate jumped from 0 to 120 in 4 seconds. She seemed as if she had just seen a ghost. The abruptness of her awakening was unexpected, she lay upright with her hand raised, a cold sweat dripping down her temple. “Judy, Judy can you hear me” Doctor Jones exclaimed. “Y-yes” Judy said in a nauseated and fear ridden tone. “Do you remember this experiment, and the purpose?” “To find out about the afterlife.” “Good, good.” The doctors were scribbling on their notepads. What came next haunted them. A man’s voice, unlike any other sentient human on the earth, came from Judy. Unlike the high pitched shaky voice they had heard previously, this one was full of rich depth. “What comes after life is far worse than a hell beyond even the most intelligent person’s perception. Eternal torture ensues. My connection is limited. My name is Albert Jefferson. I died in 1876 in Alberta, Canada. Look up my record before it is too late” Judy Winchester died a 2nd time.