[ WP ] The first diary entry of a person who has been accidentally forgotten and left on Earth when everyone else has ascended to a higher plane .

Am I dead? A few mornings ago - I'm not even sure how long ago - I woke up. I felt very much alive. The sun was bright, the trees swaying in the breeze, the sky was blue, and not a person was there. There was an unusual silence through the empty streets. At first I had thought that maybe, for some unimaginable reason, the neighbourhood was evacuated, and they somehow forgot about me. I do n't know what happened. I rang every doorbell in town, knocked at more doors than I have ever in my entire life. And at each doorstep, that gut-wrenching feeling of being... left behind, became more and more concrete. Where are the Smiths? The Jacksons? The Rhodes'? At each doorstep, at each unfamiliar name, I would pray that someone would open the door. I thought - am I stuck in a twisted dream? Is this all one huge, merciless joke? Have I gone insane? I even reached the conclusion that I had died in my sleep and gone to Purgatory, where my soul would be cursed to roam the Earth in search of redemption. So that's what I did. I walked, and walked, in hope of finding some other desperate soul, searching like me. Now I realize. I have died, and I'm in Hell.
