The World After Death

The roar of a car reached my ears. Looking at the person lying in a pool of blood, I said, “Why am I here? Where is this? Why can't I remember anything? Am I dead?”

A bewildered voice rang through the air. The passersby and police gathered around the crash scene were startled, and all looked up at the sky.

Officer A: “Was that voice just now...?”

Officer B: “You're too tense. You must have imagined it. But so many people died in this crash. Looks like it'll make the news.”

“What’s going on? You can’t see me?”