Invisible (Short Story)
The first thing I remember was falling. I don’t recall how far I fell, all I know was that what I once thought were hours were really only seconds flying by. I guess its true what they say, that when you’re about to die, time seems to slow down.
Yes, I’m dead. I’m not one of those sappy romance novel ghosts begging to be saved by the main character either. I attempt to go unnoticed. I don’t throw things around to scare the living, my favorite thing to do isn’t slamming doors and windows shut while people in the room freak out, and I don’t like to make the living realize I’m standing right in front of them.
But the thing is, death is boring. At least it is for me. After I died, I just ended up here. Waiting between heaven and Earth, separated from the outside world by dividers, giant walls of unbreakable glass as far as the eye can see. I can see people in the real world through the walls of my enclosure, but they can