A body sprawled on the floor, swimming in blood, staining the tiles. Eyes, wide, fixated on the ceiling. Who put all that crap up there? A strange place to store kitchen utensils. Held up by some weird wiry mesh… What was wrong with the drawer? The kitchen tools swung like a mobile, back and forwards in the breeze.
The soul hovered above the body. Bright light shone in the room.
“Ready to go?”
The angelic voice startling.
The soul scanned the corpse in a daze.
So that’s where the knife went.
“Ah, you have unfinished business.”
“Yes, why is there so much crap up there?”