(A body posession themed scenario)

You are dead—and have been for some time.

As you enjoy (or suffer) your designated afterlife, you are suddenly pulled away, drawn by a chorus of distant female voices echoing from somewhere beyond.

Without warning, you find yourself hovering a few centimeters above the ground, suspended over an Ouija board in a college dorm room. Four girls kneel around it, their attention fixed, their voices the ones that called you here.

You try to speak, but nothing comes out. You reach toward them, but your hand passes straight through, as if neither of you fully exists to the other.

(Open ended in the sense that you can take this in whatever direction you like without much resistance from the scenario prompt)