I looked at the back and then the front of my hand. It was slightly transparent, and I could see the endless void that lay on the other side. I was definitely wearing clothes though, which was a bit odd. A pair of black sweatpants and a blue t-shirt if you wanted to know.

Oh yeah, the endless void, right. You probably have a few questions.

‘Who are you?’ ‘why can you see through your hand?’ ‘what’s with the random void?’ ‘why haven’t you described the rest of your surroundings yet?’.

Well, I guess I could answer those questions, let’s start with the introductions.

Hi, my name is Leo, and I’m a ghost.

At least, I think I’m a ghost.

A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.

Prior to my death, I was an engineer/part-time programmer/meme lord/nuclear weapons scientist/cyborg/secret government experiment. I am not at liberty to confirm nor deny the veracity of some of those occupations.

Anyway, after 34 meh years of life, I met an early end after I died to something in the middle of the night. No, I didn’t find out why I died. I was kind of busy being dead. I didn’t really ever do anything heroic. I didn’t save any old ladies, or school buses full of screaming children, neither was I hit by a speeding truck. I lived pretty unmemorably and I died the same way.

If I had a regret, that was it. I always let life pass me by, spending time daydreaming about what I could do, instead of actually going out and making a difference.

Ahem, enough introspection, back to well... nothing.

The endless void I had previously informed you of, was in fact, not only on the other side of my hand but all around me.

That was it.

Just a slightly transparent image of myself, floating in some sort of void.

Dang, death is way more boring than I thought it was going to be.