I don’t think that jumping of cliffs is particularly
my cup of tea but this time pressure forced me. I
walked up to the edge of the cliff. I could see the swirling currents of the water below. I bent my knees and put my arms into a diving position and leapt. I soared through the air downwards and into the water. I slowly opened my eyes to see I was looking upwards to the ocean’s surface. My eyes were stinging badly and that’s when I noticed that I was lying on the ocean floor and current was pulling me closer and closer to an underwater cave which I would not like to get pulled into. When I dived of the cliff, I had no idea that there was a strong current below. I tried to swim away but the ‘wind in the water’ was pulling me back. As I approached the cave, I spread out my legs, aiming for the sides. When my feet touched the edges of the cave, I pushed of it with all my might and managed to get myself out of the area where the current was and swam up to the surface. Panting for air, I looked around to sea where I was. Luckily, I was right next to the shore. When I reached the shoreline, I met two men who were digging for gold on the beach (don’t ask why). They told me that only ghosts could see them for they, themselves where ghosts. That’s when I realized that I was a ghost. I had not escaped out of the current at all, I had been pulled into it and drowned.