Stuck: Prologue

One of the perks of being dead is that you can go anywhere you want.
Your probably thinking, perks? It's ture! I can pretty much go wherever I want, as long as it's within the confines of the atmosphere. I had always wanted to go to Africa and see the savannah, so I did.
I mean don't get me wrong, I liked living. I loved it. My family, my friends, my brothers. I miss them all on a physical level. But being dead means I can see them whenever I want, and I do so every day. The only downside is they can't see me back. But I'm pretty sure they know I'm there.
But the absolute worst part of being dead is that I'm not aloud to communicate with the people I left behind. I mean, some of us do it anyway, I'm sure you've seen those paranormal television shows. But only the ones that have been stuck here for so long even dare to try. And it's usually just a whisper or a bang, sometimes a shadow in the corner of your eye. Other than that though, being dead isn't all that bad.
The only major problem I really have with being  dead is that I'm not completely dead. Apparently I still have unfinished business to do, and I have no idea what it is.
My name is James Sullivan and I'm stuck in Limbo.