I'm writing a story and I want some honest answers as to what you'd do in this situation:
You've killed a man, no question about it. He's dead. More than a year passes. Suddenly, one day, the man you killed appears before you (as in he literally just appears out of thin air in front of you) none the worse for wear and says, "I'm here to take you to hell."
How would you react to that?
I think I'd need some private time to do some laundry. Truthfully.
HOW DID YOU FIND OUT?????
Heh heh, actually it is a neat idea, as long as the guy doesn't really look dead/decayed/demonic/damaged. Maybe just a subtle hint as to supernaturality.
-Ed
Run.
I I second that answer: "Run." All you know at this point is that something extra freaky is going on, and you're not going to stand around to figure it out.
Run is the logical answer, but when something like this happens, logic kinda goes out the window!
I guess it all depends on the manner of death: was it a cold-blooded murder type situation, or, say, someone you hit in your car accidentally.
I'd react differently to the situations in that case! If it was the car-type situation I'd be overcome with guilt and would try to get forgiveness from them. If it was the murder, I'd be pretty suprised and be really really angry! But yeah, depends on the situation really!
I'm going with Ulthar on this one. My initial reaction would be total loss of bladder control, especially if I knew for absolute certain that he was dead. And did not have a twin.
After the initial shock, I think I would start looking for answers that were not supernatural. Twin. Make-up. The normal, rational mind does not immediately assume a supernatural solution unless the person is highly superstitcious....
Probably stunned silence for me. A horrified gaze, pounding heart, stomach in a knot. Once I composed myself (assuming I had a moment to do so), I'd probably try to get away, but I wouldn't turn my back on him or let him out of my sight for an instant.
My response: Are you Wes Craven? Goddamit, stop with the "he's back from hell with a few days to kill" crap! I'm giving you 60 seconds to get out of here while I go for my baseball bat!!
(that felt rather theraputic, thanks!)
You know, it seems that something like that would just cause open-mouthed stupefication.
-Ed
Well...I think I would run like hell...and go get REAL drunk and hope I was going insane...or pray real hard.
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> Well...I think I would run like hell...and go get
> REAL drunk and hope I was going insane...or pray
> real hard.
Good call... booze is good solution for everything. Got a hard test coming up? Get wasted! On the lam? Throw back a few brews. You owe the mob money? Spend what little you have on as much liquor as you can carry- it'll come in handy numbing the pain of a broken knee cap or thumb. Booze!
I've been pondering this question for the past day or so, considering certain technicalities & circumstances, such as how & why did I kill this guy, how did I behave afterwards, and whether or not I somehow, either morally or philosoficly etc., saw this coming.
The only conclusion I've been able to reach so far is this rather silly yet morbid song by They Might Be Giants.
#1 they wouldn't have seen my face when I did it. It was just known that thew killer was at a certain address.
#2 in the next scene the guy would jump out of a portal and look at the audience and say those words, "you're coming with me to hell" where then the camera would turn to the left I would grab the zombie looking man and I would say but first you gotta eat this while I show you around my house.
#3 I would then break into a musical where I sing about the food and house where I live leaving the Zombie man in bewilderment
#1 they wouldn't have seen my face when I did it. It was just known that thew killer was at a certain address.
#2 in the next scene the guy would jump out of a portal and look at the audience and say those words, "you're coming with me to hell" where then the camera would turn to the left I would grab the zombie looking man and I would say but first you gotta eat this while I show you around my house.
#3 I would then break into a musical where I sing about the food and house where I live leaving the Zombie man in bewilderment
My reaction? "Yeah? I'd like to see you try!"
See: if this guy could come back from the dead - then it's pretty darn likely my fantasy persona is verified and I could kick his butt with one arm tied behind my back.
But then, I am sure that's just me.
"I was working one night in my office,
when a man I had recently killed
called me up from a phone near my building,
& so I looked out the window at him.
He had that same obsequious manner.
That was the reason I'd had him killed.
So, to calm my nerves, I sang this song to him over the phone:
Turn around! Turn around!
There's a thing there that can be found.
Turn around! Turn around!
It's a human skull on the ground.
Human skull, on the ground.
Turn around!
You people are really starting to weird me out!!!!
I was out by myself in the graveyard.
I was doing an interpretive dance,
when I felt something heavy & pointed
strike me in the back of my neck,
And then the ghost of my dance instructor
pushed me down into an open grave
And as dirt rained down, she played a xylophone
and sang me this song
Turn around! Turn around!
There's a thing there that can be found.
Turn around! Turn around!
It's a human skull on the ground.
Human skull, on the ground.
Turn around!