Seeing the dead

"Marinette," I heard people whispering into my ears in singsongs; echoing singsongs. "Wake up, Marinette," I opened my eyes sharply, an unfamiliar face above mine. I scanned his body down. I was quite terrified by the fact that he was light blue with no legs, no neck, just a head and a shirtless torso. I opened my mouth like a fish out of water.

"Don't scream," he whispered. "Just sit up quietly," I closed my eyes and reopened them but he was still there. "I'm not disappearing, I'm a ghost, like a dead bodiless ghost."

Is there any other name for it?!

"We all are!!!" I flinched, jolting up at the echo of shouts. Ghosts were everywhere, some with normal skin colour and a few with blue or green skin. "Please, don't scream!" They echoed.

"After staying here for long, I don't think getting scared is an option," I sighed, rubbing my throbbing forehead. The teenage boy who was floating above me descended. "What happened to you?"

"I died, duh."

"She meant how you died, stupid," A girl s