Hello My name is Steve, Steve Mallard. Now you're probably thinking something along the lines of "Hey you already told me your name in the synopsis!" and you would be right. however im saying it again because im sure that some idiot stumbled upon this story and did'nt actually read the synopsis because they thought they knew what my story would be about based on the title and tags. Well good sir or madam i must ask you to go back and actually read the synopsis so that you know what it is that you are about to walk into.

Anyway now that the fools have educated themselves on my story, lets begin.

It all started at around 7 at night on a sunday I was in my house doing what any normal 16 year old does on the day before school, trying to finish all of the homework I didn't do when I had the chance. Why didn't I do it when I had the chance? Because homework is hard and I dont like doing it.

I was just finishing my final piece of homework when suddenly, I died. Yep I just died for no reason, no getting hit by a truck or getting shot trying to protect someone, I just fell over and died leaving my homework unfinished.

But I did'nt disappear from existence, I could stillthink and as some philosopher said "I think therefore I am". But as I did'nt know that I was dead, I was freaking out trying to find out where I was. after about an hour of yelling and panicking I calmed down and tried to get a grasp of my current situation.

After another hour of  thinking I realized that I was probably either unconscious, in a coma, or dead. The last option terrified me, because if I was dead then that would mean that the empty void I am in is the afterlife, and I didn't want to spend the rest of eternity alone.

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Its been centuries since I died maybe even a millennia im not sure anymore. I started hearing things a little after the first year, small noises that I would occasionally hear and call out for thinking that maybe I wasnt alone, but after another few years the noises started getting louder and more frequent until I could finally hear what the noises were. 

Voices, those small noises were voices the whole time. I was thrilled that I wasnt alone anymore even if the voices were muffled and I couldn't hear them. I tried speaking to the voices but they went quiet when i spoke. After  around a day the voices came back but now I could partially hear what they were saying. They were wispering, giggling, snickering, and laughing at...me.

I tried talking to them again but they just kept on laughing at me so i tried to ignore them. After about three years of ignoring the voices and thinking to myself the voices started getting louder and an immense amount of pain spread through my existence, like millions of red hot needles being jamed in my soul until i couldn't hear or feel anything but the pain and them laughing at me.

After twenty years of nothing but being laughed at by the voices something in me snapped and when it did the voices stopped, and when the voices stopped I started giggling then chuckling then laughing. Not happy or sad laughter but the laughter of a broken man. I havent stopped laughing even after all these years.

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Whats this? Oh my! There appears to be a small light in my kingdom of nothingness!....what was that?........Ive changed to first person? Well reader what do you think of that?........im a worthless piece of trash that sucks at writing? Hahahahahaha oh reader your so funny! well saving your silly jokes for later lets look at the light.