The end.

This is so strange. I can tell I’m dead, I can just feel it. But here I am, walking around the alley I’ve seen so many times. I reach for a rake leaning against the wall, and... My hand passes right through it. So, I guess I’m a ghost. That’s fantastic.
There’s an eerie blue light approaching from around the corner. It’s not like all the other colours. This one feels more... real. The light turns out to be coming from a lantern, held by a figure in a black cloak.