Creative Writing: Did I Die?

Did I just… die? “Yes, I am afraid so,” said the lady sitting across from me. “And from what I am reading, a murder victim. Wow honey, I am so sorry.” What? “What what?” she asks. What the fuck? How can she respond to my thoughts? “I’m an angel honey,” she says. “That is what we do.” The lady is dressed in a white pantsuit, has short blonde hair, and thick black glasses. She is sitting behind a white desk, with nothing but a computer and a keyboard on it. “Well honey, murders are always tough,” she says. “It looks like it is going to take a while for us to process everything and get you to the afterlife, so meanwhile, please enjoy our waiting area. It has coffee, books, magazines, anything you need. I’ll let you know when everything is ready! Now hush hush, go now!” I sit down on a table from

We keep on watching. Logan and Scott leave with baseball bats and flashlights, and Cheryl locks herself in her room. Everything is going fine for a while until Logan’s flashlight goes off. And then he screams. And then Scott flashlight goes off. And he screams. I’m not sure what happens next because the screen goes black.
“What? This is heaven! Shouldn’t things work here?” Michelle asks.
“Oh, they do!” Says our waiter, Jolie, who was walking by. “Apparently there are quite some people watching what is going on. This happens sometimes. So the producers cut scenes where we’d see who the killer is to keep the suspense going. Its very fun, really.”
Part of me thinks this is weird and twisted but I find myself nodding, and so does Michelle.
When the screen lights up again, we see Logan, with a stabbing wound in his shoulder, running towards the house.
“What?” Asks Michelle. “Where’s Scott?”
“Uh, right here,” says a quiet voice behind us. We turn around and see Scott.
“What? Scott? What happened?” I ask
“Well, I died,” he chuckled.
“Aw baby! I’m sorry!” Michelle says. “But I’m so glad you are here with us! Come, sit! Have a coffee, it is