Hi, my name’s Cade Walker. I would have been twenty-three today if I hadn’t died when I was nineteen. Yeah, that’s right. I’m dead. For some reason, though, I have a good bit of suppressed power in me. At least, that’s what the guy who reaped my soul told me. I’m not going to lie, being dead and living in the world between Heaven and Hell is so boring. For entertainment, I go down to Hell and play tricks on the demons. For crying out loud, I have to have lava-drinking contests with them to keep myself from dying of boredom, oh wait I can’t because I’m already dead! Seriously, being dead sucks, but it has its benefits. I can’t die again; I can’t get sick from mortal diseases; I don’t age; and since I live in Limbo I can travel to pretty much whatever plane of existence I want in the afterlife. I’ve tried going to the human world before, but it’s incredibly hard.
Anyway, as I said I died when I was nineteen. I can still remember how I died. I had just finished my last day of my freshman year of college. I had been about the average student, the only difference being that I hadn’t had a girlfriend at any point in my life. I had decided to head back to my apartment and see if there were any new movies that I could go see, and then let summer vacation roll by like I did in high school. I didn’t want to go home since I had no home to go to. My parents had died in a car accident when I was twelve, my grandparents were horrible, and the only other member of my family had died last year. I was brought up by my uncle Phil until I moved out, and he died not long after. He was sixty-five years old, so he died of natural causes. Getting back to my death, I was walking down the street to the parking garage about three blocks away, when something weird happened. As I was walking, the air seemed to get thick and hot, like the inside of an oven. The further down I went, the hotter it got. Then I saw something that scared me so bad that I was paralyzed. There, right in front of me, was a set of giant double doors. Only, the doors had no walls around them, and the surface was carved like a demon in the exact center, with horrible images around it. They were of people standing in flames, naked, screaming; some were drowning in a river of blood; and still others were being tortured in ways that I never could have, and never want to, imagine. What terrified me beyond that was that the doors started to open. They opened inward, and as they did, the heat coming from them increased, but also dropped a little. When they had opened only partway though, they stopped.
They didn’t need to open all the way though. As soon as the doors had begun to crack, awful creatures started to spring out. Some looked like humans, but with grey skin and awful deformities all over them. Others looked like creatures from the works of H.P. Lovecraft. I didn’t know what they were, but I didn’t care. My legs unfroze, and I ran for it. The creatures gave chase, but I kept running blindly. Then, I was out in the street, and an eighteen wheeler truck was barreling at me, horn blaring. It happened in less than a second. One moment I was standing there, the next I was lying on the road, covered in my own blood. This has probably been said before, but when I saw my life flash before my eyes, I was bored. Then, I felt a strange slicing sensation go through me, like a blade passing through my body. It didn’t hurt though. When I opened my eyes, I saw a guy about my age standing next to my body, holding a large scythe. He was about five foot nine in height, and had on a red dress shirt, black tie, khakis, and black shoes. He had untidy red hair, and from what I could see, blue eyes.
“So,” I said, causing the guy to turn toward me. “I guess that this means I’m dead.” The guy nodded. I let out a sigh, and then asked, “So, where am I going, Heaven or Hell?” The guy just answered with, “That depends. I’ll have to consult your file.”
I raised my eyebrow at that, but then he pulled a manila folder out of the air, and started to read its contents. When he was done, he turned back to me again.
“The higher ups can’t decide until they've seen you,” he told me. He put the folder away, and motioned for me to follow him. I did, and he made a motion as if he was grabbing a doorknob. For a moment, I thought this was some kind of joke, but then I looked back at my body, definitely not a joke. I turned back to the reaper who had come to take my soul, and saw a bright light coming from a rectangle of space in the air.
“Go on,” he said. I just stood there, and then went through the door. I had to shield my eyes because it was so bright. When my eyes finally adjusted, I saw a desk in front of me, and sitting behind it was an old man in a white suit, with long white hair, and a very long white beard. I read the plaque on his desk. It had only one word on it, GOD. I gulped. I was standing in front of the Creator of the Heavens and the Earth. He looked at me, and seemed to smile.
“Have a seat, Cade,” he said, motioning to the chair in front of his desk. I sat down, and was surprised at how comfortable it was. God looked at me, and I was shocked to see that his eyes kept changing color. One moment they were dark green, the next electric blue. At that moment, another man came in. He was dressed in a grey suit with long brown hair and a thick brown beard and moustache, but nowhere near as thick as God’s. God looked up at him, and said to me, “Oh yes, Cade this is my son, Jesus Christ. Jesus, this is our newest case.” Jesus looked at me, and I was relieved to see that his eyes were only one color, cloudy grey. He seemed to be assessing me. God spoke again, “He’s my assistant in cases such as this. He has read your file and is trying to use his excellent judgment of character to tell where you should go.” I didn’t know what to say to that, so I stayed quiet. Jesus then turned to God, and said, “He hasn’t done enough evil to be sent to Satan, and yet not enough good to join the others in Heaven. At least, he hasn’t yet.” God seemed confused, but then nodded. He waved his hand towards the reaper, and said, “George, since we have nothing that directly points him to Heaven or Hell, send him to the point in between.” George nodded, and sliced the air open with his scythe. I turned towards God, and asked, “What’s the point in between? And what do you mean I haven’t done enough good yet?” God looked at me, and answered, “My son, living people see death as the end of their journey, but the author J.R.R Tolkien got it right in his books. Death is merely another path that all mortals must take. You have more opportunities to do good in your afterlife than you did alive. Use them wisely. As for where you are going, it is known as Limbo.”
After he said that, the reaper known as George grabbed my hand, and pulled me towards the portal. He gestured through with his scythe, and I entered. On the other side, it was mostly dark. I looked around, and saw skeletal trees all around. In addition to that, I saw lots of people around. Some were weeping, and some were joking around, but most just looked bored. At the time I had wondered why, but now I understand. I had been in Limbo for four years Earth time, and I had already been bored out of my skull for three-and-a-half of them. That is, until the day the door opened.