Terrible truth

I walk through the crowded streets without anyone noticing me. I try to talk to people, but they ignore me completely. What's going on? Why doesn't anyone see or hear me?

In desperation, I shake a passer-by by the shoulder, but my hand passes through him as if he were air.

I recoil in horror at the chilling sensation. I look at my hands, my body, everything looks solid and normal. Have I become a ghost?

I keep wandering around in shock, looking for some sign to tell me what's going on. Suddenly, I pass a shop window and my reflection doesn't appear. A shudder runs through me as I realise the terrible truth.

Then I remember the car accident, the blinding lights, the impact.... I am dead! My soul is trapped on this plane, unable to cross over to the beyond.

I scream at the top of my lungs, but my voice does not leave my throat. Only silence answers me, leaving me in a dreadful loneliness. Will I be condemned to wander like this for eternity, invisible and ignored by all?