When Heaven Calls...

Charles, a Dental Surgeon in his thirties from London is the centrepoint for this story; He had a daughter named Emily and his wife, Sarah, had died during Childbirth. After the pain was getting too him for him he decided to take his life, but was persuaded not to, by a friend, because of his daughter.

He tried to cope with this pain he suffered, but would rather be dead with no troubles than alive with nothing going for him, and because Charles was an atheist, he believed that when you die, you die. Nothing more, The end.

So with this in mind, he intended to drink prussic acid but lost his nerve so ended up eventually injecting cocaine, and not just the seven per cent he used in surgery. Ater rushing through his suicide note, and laying back in his practise chair, he prepared himself for a huge numbness sensation that filled his whole body.

He found himself, as this story is told to me, falling through a shaft of white blinding light followed by brilliantly architectured domed buildings, bridges and walls all around him, and he was surrounded by shapes. Soon enough, these shapes became clearer and one approached him.

The approaching shape turned out to be the spirit of Sarah, his wife.
'Dont do this, Charles'

she pleaded with him;
'You need to go back, please, go back for Emily'

She continued with
'It's not your turn yet, go look after Emily'

Now, he found himself feeling a huge jolt through his body, like someone had brought him back from cardiac arrest with an electric shock, and was back in his practise chair, lying down, being injected with different substances to counteract the cocaine.

Years on, on his deathbed, he stated that he could see the same domed buildings, bridges and Shapes, and the last words he ever said were:
'It's Sarah.

She's Calling me.'

This is slightly off-topic, but it's just a random story I had in my head at the time of writing

And now, George Smith's Amazing vanishing act?

In the early 1800's, a criminal who went by the name of 'George Smith' was wanted for embezzlement, theft, bigamy, forgery and fraud, amongst other things and, every time the authorities were closing in on Smith, he faked his own death. On one occasion in East Anglia, he actually arranged for an accomplice to bury him in a special coffin for an hour with piped oxygen so he could breathe.

In February of 1810, 'Lazarus' Smith, as he was known commonly, arrived at Liverpool², where he was planning to marry an old woman so he could alter her last will and inherit her savings. However, a man from Preston,³ recognised him one Sunday and gave chase after him.

He followed 'Lazarus' into a church and blended with the congregation. A couple of minutes later, the spire of the church collapsed killing 22 people in the church, including Smith, who's last words were,
'I Won't be returning this time'

All the same, the Authorities kept him in a securely sealed, reinforced coffin; just in case. Curiously, Smith's Doppleganger⁴ was spotted holding up a stagecoach near Knutsford in 1817. He was caught and hanged, and on the gallows confessed he was Lazarus Smith; But nobody believed him.

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